Post by Opal on Oct 31, 2012 15:32:20 GMT -5
Back story between Curtis and Opal, set 3 years behind current timeline.
Started here:
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She couldn’t believe the silence, it was the kind that only the cold and fresh fallen snow could bring, it always took her by surprise. Sure you could find deep silence down in the tunnels but it didn’t seem so pristine, so still, so... peaceful. Gazing around the wreckage of a once great city, blanketed in white, she closed her eyes and tried to remember what it had looked like when she had seen it bustling with life, but she couldn’t. All she could see was the rust, snow, and death. With a small sigh she moved on at a hurried pace with her eyes darting from shadow to shadow knowing that at any time any of them could prove to be deadly.
So far they had seen nothing and heard even less since they emerged onto the surface. And when she meant ‘they’ she was referring to herself and him, Curtis. Her lip curled slightly in distaste as she thought about it. Pulling her heavy coat tighter around her as she shivered, Opal muttered to herself, as the scene flashed in annoying clarity through her mind.
But that was hours ago. It was the present that she needed to focus on. And besides so far they hadn’t had much to talk of besides ‘look here’ or ‘what do you think of this?’ Somehow she had managed to take the lead without any resistance from Curtis, it suited it her just fine but she caught him gazing at her backside and she could have sworn she saw an amused glint to his eyes. Shaking her head she pushed him from her mind but couldn’t help but to slightly exaggerate the sway of her hips as she walked. Snickering to herself, Opal picked up the pace.
Suddenly, as she rounded the corner of a building they were assaulted by a massive gust of wind that sent swirls of ice and snow streaming past them. Looking up at the clouds, Opal cursed as she watched the clouds grow dark and ominous. A storm was about to hit and it was going to hit fast.
“Come on!” Opal tried to scream at her companion but the wind drowned her out. Grabbing his hand instead she gripped him tightly and rushed forward. If the blizzard hit before they got to shelter it was better if they didn’t get separated.
Desperately casting about for a building solid enough to withstand the storm she paused only for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Curtis motion to his left, nodding to let him know she understood she looked. There! A brick building stood on the other side of the street and its roof was mostly intact.
Still gripping his hand in a death lock they moved quickly for the darkened doorway and dove in. Slamming the barely functional door behind her she let go of Curtis and stood with her back against the wall in relief. Panting heavily she slid down until she was sitting with her knees to her chest and tried to calm her galloping heart.
“Sorry,” she breathed, “If I hurt your hand.” Opal smiled ruefully through her mask and leaned her head back against the wall for a moment and then dug for her torch (too lazy to remove her goggles so her eyes could take effect) so they could take a glance around the room.
Started here:
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She couldn’t believe the silence, it was the kind that only the cold and fresh fallen snow could bring, it always took her by surprise. Sure you could find deep silence down in the tunnels but it didn’t seem so pristine, so still, so... peaceful. Gazing around the wreckage of a once great city, blanketed in white, she closed her eyes and tried to remember what it had looked like when she had seen it bustling with life, but she couldn’t. All she could see was the rust, snow, and death. With a small sigh she moved on at a hurried pace with her eyes darting from shadow to shadow knowing that at any time any of them could prove to be deadly.
So far they had seen nothing and heard even less since they emerged onto the surface. And when she meant ‘they’ she was referring to herself and him, Curtis. Her lip curled slightly in distaste as she thought about it. Pulling her heavy coat tighter around her as she shivered, Opal muttered to herself, as the scene flashed in annoying clarity through her mind.
But that was hours ago. It was the present that she needed to focus on. And besides so far they hadn’t had much to talk of besides ‘look here’ or ‘what do you think of this?’ Somehow she had managed to take the lead without any resistance from Curtis, it suited it her just fine but she caught him gazing at her backside and she could have sworn she saw an amused glint to his eyes. Shaking her head she pushed him from her mind but couldn’t help but to slightly exaggerate the sway of her hips as she walked. Snickering to herself, Opal picked up the pace.
Suddenly, as she rounded the corner of a building they were assaulted by a massive gust of wind that sent swirls of ice and snow streaming past them. Looking up at the clouds, Opal cursed as she watched the clouds grow dark and ominous. A storm was about to hit and it was going to hit fast.
“Come on!” Opal tried to scream at her companion but the wind drowned her out. Grabbing his hand instead she gripped him tightly and rushed forward. If the blizzard hit before they got to shelter it was better if they didn’t get separated.
Desperately casting about for a building solid enough to withstand the storm she paused only for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Curtis motion to his left, nodding to let him know she understood she looked. There! A brick building stood on the other side of the street and its roof was mostly intact.
Still gripping his hand in a death lock they moved quickly for the darkened doorway and dove in. Slamming the barely functional door behind her she let go of Curtis and stood with her back against the wall in relief. Panting heavily she slid down until she was sitting with her knees to her chest and tried to calm her galloping heart.
“Sorry,” she breathed, “If I hurt your hand.” Opal smiled ruefully through her mask and leaned her head back against the wall for a moment and then dug for her torch (too lazy to remove her goggles so her eyes could take effect) so they could take a glance around the room.