Zane leans over the lathe, watching it spin down so he can examine the barrel for flaws, the light reflected off the smooth shiny surface reflects off his jet black eyes, he is so lost in thought he fails to notice Jared enter the workshop behind him. The older thinner man approches slowly, having startled Zane before, he is leary of repeating the mistake.
As the barrel stops spinning the distorted reflection of Jared catches Zane's attention, without turning around he says "Yes?"
Jared clears his throat,while he isn't afraid of Zane, like many of the normal people that survived, he is uncomfortable around a clone, more specifically someone who may be an alpha clone.
"There was reports of another disturbance from your chambers a couple nights ago." Jared pauses to choose his words carefully, "It is becoming more frequent, with you still learning to control your "abilities" it could become dangerous."
A man sits in his back yard, the sounds of a quiet suburban neighborhood on a lazy Saturday afternoon, a little girl no more than 10 plays on the emerald green grass a short distance away. He looks back toward the hows to see a blonde woman in a blue dress pause breifly at the open back door to smile at him. The man takes a long drink from his cold beer, savoring the smell of fresh cut grass, watching the girl play.
Suddenly the young girl gets up and runs over jumping into his lap, in her arms a small kitten, a baby bonnette on its head, the animal seems to take the abuse in good humor as it dangles from the little girl's arm.
"Play with me daddy," the little girl grins at the man, "Look at my kitty, isn't she pretty?"
"Not now honey, maybe after dinner." He caresses the little girls blonde hair, "Why don't you go see how much longer until dinners ready ok?"
"Ok Daddy," the little girl runs off up into the house.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...Ha! The desert heat is still unrelenting...O, to be in England...For April was no better here. Though the winter was chill indeed. Why did I ever choose to take a holiday in America!? I hate this place! I hate this time!
No, that was not how I planned to commence.
*over on the flyleaf, a little fainter than on the page after, the ink fading through the writing*
Dylan Oliver Nils Quint
Elanor-Rose Dench Quint
Ivy Trixana Nils Quint
Once plucked beauty fades
Delicate flowers fall fast
Desert rose needs thorns
Damn! Damn! Damn! In seeking to protect myself did I remove my own thorns?
22nd November 2157.
The rented room in Pictus Ridge is dark, a thin silver of moonlight cuts passed the edge of the blanket over the window. Sitting on the floor Zane can be barely made out raising his hand and the glass in it to his mouth, his bike lies on its side on the floor. He takes a long drink draining the glass before filling it again and bringing it to his lips. A drop of dark liquid runs down from his forehead to drip off the end of his nose into the glass dissapating into the liquor.
Zane lets out a long heavy sigh.
He turns toward the window, the moonlight strikes his face, taking half of it out of shadow, one eye glints as the other is swollen shut, half his face looks dark and wet, he snears at the light, then takes another drink.
He walks up the stone path toward the house, flowers line the walk, up the steps then he stops. The door's broken, the lock and frame shattered by a forceful impact, the man starts, then moves with renewed haste as he begins to shout two names, the voice is distorted, unclear, but the panic is evident. Moving through the house he check the living room, a still steaming coffee cup sits on the oak end table, the television still on, the kitchen, supper cooking on the stove just starting to burn, he calls the names again, still nothing. Moving faster through the house he races up the stairs, first a young girls bedroom, its empty, the dresser in disarray as if someone packed in a hurry, the master bedroom he finds the same thing. Outside the sounds of sirens, cars moving at speed coming closer....the bang of a door slaming into a wall as it is kicked open...food falls on the stairs... the door opens police swarm into the room.
((a departure from previous entries on Fallen Eart RP forums. I was having difficulty getting the point across I wanted, so trying a different format. Enjoy))
The heat in the room causes the air to waver, covered in a sheen of sweat, Zane manuvers the newly formed frame onto the work table, pulling up his welding goggles to examine his work. Eyes as black as the lenses of the goggles trace over each weld his thumb checking for burs or flaws in the steel.
"Not bad...could be lighter...a bit stronger..:" Zane mumbles to himself, no one to hear him anyway, no one else is up at this hour. He takes out a file, and begins to fuss over imperfections in the welds and joints of the frame.
"What was I thinkin'...who am I...nobody that's who...why did I even do that...?" he sighs heavily taking his frustration out on the metal with the file.
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