Lost Time and Friends
~ROCKY~
*A deep sigh leaves her body and she shakes her head as she
mumbles to herself around the cigarette hanging from her lip*
that was one whacked out trip *..last she remembered was meeting
up with some whacked out fogey in Washington, and after that
nothing..she had to have been on a trip, a long bender..what else
would explain the months of missing time?..months?...she had been
absolutely floored when she realized it...She takes one last drag
off the butt before crushing it out and reaching for another, her
thoughts more turned inward, ignoring the events around her,
analyzing what had happened, seemingly oblivious to that around
her...she leans up in the lee of the building, her jacket pulled
tight around her frame, the collar up to protect her ears..she
hunches over trying to protect the fragile flame, as she lights
her cigarette...only to have the match go out...she grumbles and
strikes another..to once more attempt to light the smoke*
~ABYSS~
*The only sounds about him on the cold streets of Seattle at this
hour is the constant clicking of his large leather boots. His
duster pulled tightly about him as he walks against the bitter
winter winds blowing off the ocean. A black knit cap pulled over
his ear. Stopping for a moment, he pulls a pack of cigarettes out
of his duster pocket. Shuffles them around in the pack for a
moment, then pulls one out with his lips. Biting the butt with
his teeth slightly, he shoves the pack back into his pocket.
Pulling out his zippo lighter, a new addition to his person since
he usually uses matches, he lights it up. First time everytime
with the wind resistant lighter. Blazing up the cancer stick and
taking a long hard draw from it. On his way home actually, seeing
as he’d finished his small strong arming job for the day.
Not that he needed the money. He just needed something to do to
keep himself somewhat sane as he tried to sort out all
that’s happened in the last few months. Yvette was gone, no
one had seen her. Same with Jessi... So he lit out of the lair to
form his own small dwelling. though it was WAY out of the way and
under so many false names that the CIA probably didn’t know
who or where he was anymore. He stands on the street corner for a
few minutes. Looking across the way at a kid who’s
struggling with her own smoke. He recognizes her from somewhere.
But it’s been a long time.....*
*finally she shelters the match enough that she gets her smoke lit..she takes a long deep pull on it before standing up and once more looking around...things had changed in the months many things...she couldn't find any of her old gang, though she knew they had to be around somewhere..it was just a matter of where...maybe she'd swing up to the farmhouse see if she could find Mark, maybe he knew something..or maybe even visit the dungeon and roust him from his lair, even that geek Geoff would have some idea what was up....she notes the glow of a cigarette across the street and looks closer, something was familiar there, but why?...an old dealer maybe?*
*He can tell that she’s seen him. He continues to draw off his cigarette. Looking down the streets as he starts to walk across to where she’s standing. Blowing the smoke out his nose as he gets to the corner of the sidewalk she’s standing on. Now he remembers, he’s only seen her a couple times. ROCKY was her name. Troubled kid..... The kind he’d have pitched a military life to were he still having the heart for it. She’d have made a great soldier. Had the,"Don`t fuck with me..." attitude about her. Closing slowly, he takes another drag off his cigarette, standing and watching her for a while. Blowing the smoke out of his mouth as he talks.* Hey..... Long time.
*She can tell that she's spotted and recognized as the figure crosses the street towards her....she stands her ground merely watching, taking an occasional drag off her smoke, as he steps under the glow of a streetlight his features become clear and she recognizes him as that whacked out seal guy, friend of Geoffs..it had been a while since she'd seen him, well actually since she's seen anyone...she really wished that she knew what was going on...she merely watches him as she takes a long drag* Alan right?
*He takes another long drag from his cigarette.* That’s me... ROCKY.*He`d remembered her name. He had a good memory once he saw the face.* You been gone a while. People were out lookin` for you some a while back. Figured you just dropped out of the whole crazy scene...*He grins slightly at the thought.*...bravo.*Clapping his hands after putting the cigarette in his mouth. He looks her over, seeing that she’s quite cold.* You alright? *He could offer her a place to crash, but why. She could always go back to the lair. No reason to show his house to everyone. In fact the only person he’d brought to his new dwelling was TOSHA. And that’s been for a bit of business. He didn’t want another farmhouse affair going on. He flicks his cigarette to the ground, crushing it underfoot. Then pulls another one out of the pack he produces from his pocket. Blazing another one up..* Cold night. Hate Seattle. Lot goin` on... Just cold though.
Gone? *she takes a drag off her smoke, leaving it dangling from her lip while she tucks her hands into her pockets* Yeah, guess I did drop off for a bit, sorta *She mumbles around the smoke and shrugs* don't really know...*She chuckles slightly at the clapping* that for dropping out? *..she didn’t' know what happened...would sure be nice to find out though..in fact it sorta scared her that she lost so much time...she didnt' know what was going on..she hated being scared, hated even more to admit it* Ya m'fine you? *the cherry falls off the smoke as it burns down to the filter, she spits out the butt and removes her hands from her pockets to pull out yet another smoke, turning her back to ALAN while she attempts to light it*
*He smiles and nods at her question.* Yeah, s`fer droppin` off. Smartest thing the most of use could do. Simply disappear and not play the game anymore.... *He nods with a satisfied grin to hear that she’s well. He'd always liked her, unlike Geoff who seemed to harbor some sort of hatred for her. Maybe the two of them were just too much alike... though he’d never say it, then they’d both probably put a hit out on his ass.* Good to hear...*It was an honest enough statement.* Yvettes missing, so`s Jessi... I guess Geoff and that lazy kid(Mark) are both still sleeping in the LAIR... I`m out of that place for good though. Some weird stuff goin` on. Peeps just up and disappearing all around. My guess is someone got wind of where the place is. Bound to happen sooner or later with all the strangers comin` and goin`. Suggestion, if you want it, find another place to shack. Got a bad feelin` bout the LAIR. Other than that, you’ve not missed much.*Shrugging.* Same game, same shit, different day. New Millenium.*Presenting his hands to the air as though it were a grand thing indeed.* Been hanging with your gang buddies... Kids leave ol` farts like me behind all the time..*Laughing againt to himself though he`s not THAT old... Only in his twenties.*
Not every drop is by choice *She turns back towards him the cigarette fully lit* never played the game as you call it to begin with *she shrugs* missing? Sure they didn't just take off....like ya said wise move *she chuckles* ya sure Marks not pigging out at the farm? only place i ever saw him eat till he was actually full * the ember glows brightly on the smoke as she takes a long pull* never did like tha damn place anyhow...too many spooks *the smoke encircles her head as she exhales* naw, actually looking for them, ain’t seen them in ages
*He concedes her point. Everyone could be just going into hiding, though he’s not convinced of it.* He couldn’t be pigging out there... The G.A.U.R.D. control it.*That much he knew... It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.* Yeah, too many parties there with people who didn’t NEED to be there.*He wiggles the smoke around in his lips a little bit. Puffing some smoke out at the corners of his mouth. Streets were real deserted this time of night. so much so that it’s just him and her out here.* You need anything.... Cash, somthin`?*Seeming like she might be a little down on her luck at the moment.* Maybe yer friends got wind of something they didn’t like... Got alot of respect for you kids out here.*Indicating the city in general.* Ya survive despite what the world offers up.*He chuckles at himself a slight bit.* Give anything to go back to the way my life used to be.*Taking one last long draw from the smoke, then tosses it against the wall, the cherry exploding all over the place.* But, fuck it...
The what control it? *she pulls from her lips* oh yeah that group you are all convinced is so evil *she shrugs* if they got that I guess they got everyone else on it too, or I'd be thinking that anyhow *the smoke returns to her lips as her hands once more find their ways into her pockets* didn't that ‘vette and that smurf head chick used ta be one o'em? *a light chuckle leaves her * cash? me? kidding right? *there was no way she needed cash, fifteen minutes on a crowded street and she had plenty her acquisition skills had definitely not lapsed during her trip out time...in fact they might have improved *smoke exhales from her nostrils as she looks down the street and shrugs* its possible...or another took em out...weren’t' looking too good last time I hooked up
*He doesn’t appreciate his generosity being scoffed at...* I /was/ being polite.*Hinting that perhaps wanting him to not be /polite/ was a rather bad idea. He knew she could rob people, though her pickings seemed rather slim at the moment.* And since I don’t see too many crowds...*Looking down the street where there was no one else but themselves.* I figured you might enjoy a nice /warm/ place to stay for the night instead of wherever it is you kids stay. I guess I was /wrong/.*Answering her sarcasm with some of his own. He liked the girl yeah, but she could get on his nerves too. Not a good place to be as a few GUARD have found out over time. Wondering why he’s even wasting time on her. She was always like this, seeming to trust no one. Maybe that was good, though it could get you killed just as easily. People looking for death from behind, mostly meet it up front when they aren’t watching.* Well, at any rate, welcome back. Be seein` ya around ROCK.*Cutting the Y off her name to shorten it for himself At least he didn’t call her kid.*
*Using the same tone, almost mocking him* and I was being sarcastic *she shrugs and crushes out the butt* I'm fine, always doing good *she pulls out the pack drawing the last smoke from it and places it on her lip *she shrugs* warm wouldn’t be too bad, aint had one o'those in a while...I don't think..*the last part murmured almost to herself...in fact she didn't know where she had slept for the last few months*Yeah thanks...*She nods towards you muttering around the unlit smoke*so what ya been doing since your squeeze is gone? and obviously your pad? *she know the rumors about him...what he probably does for money..hes got as nasty a streak as she does...only he can probably enforce his better