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discedo_logs2008-04-14 08:42 pm
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Who: Torn, Ashelin and eventually Jak
Where: Somewhere on Lander Boulevard
When: Immediately after Torn's frantic comments of franticness.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: He didn't want her to be here, but holy Makers, was it good to see her.
the log:
He was running. Knew he shouldn't be running--asthma was getting worse without the eco in the air. With new air completely. He knew he shouldn't be running like this.
But hell if that know-how stopped him from burning rubber out of the School entrance and down the street.
There was no reason to be frightened. Actually, he knew he wasn't frightened. He just wanted to see her. Make sure it was real. Touch her once before that poison...
But even then he was being silly. Razer would fix her up once he got over his surgery sickness. Even if...for some reason that didn't work, death wasn't permanent. Not here. Of all people, Torn knew that well enough...
So why was he running? Why was he frantically trying to get to her when there was every reason in the world for him to trust her to get to the High School just fine on her own? Just take a chill pill and wait the ten minutes it may or may not take? Why was he being stupid?
...Simple. Because this was for Ashelin, and...he'd just realized, had she not fallen into this hell hole? There was a very distinct chance he would have never seen her again. It hadn't hit him until right then. It didn't make sense, right? There not being an Ashelin in his life. She'd always been there...
But they'd grown so distant, it was easy to pretend she was still around, even though she really wasn't. It wasn't unheard of not to speak for weeks on end, especially after the attack that landed him high and dry in the port. Wasn't unusual at all when they were avoiding one another in the first place. When he'd been throwing himself into work so the thoughts that would have led him to her quarters were pushed back far enough to ignore.
Not hard at all to pretend she was just out of his reach, instead of never there at all.
Only...not anymore. Now, it came crashing down around him, and all he wanted to do was run to her and hold her.
Even if it was over stepping his bounds. Screw that.
'Course, all that nerve was gone when she came into view. Then it was all he had to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Wheeze.
Where: Somewhere on Lander Boulevard
When: Immediately after Torn's frantic comments of franticness.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: He didn't want her to be here, but holy Makers, was it good to see her.
the log:
He was running. Knew he shouldn't be running--asthma was getting worse without the eco in the air. With new air completely. He knew he shouldn't be running like this.
But hell if that know-how stopped him from burning rubber out of the School entrance and down the street.
There was no reason to be frightened. Actually, he knew he wasn't frightened. He just wanted to see her. Make sure it was real. Touch her once before that poison...
But even then he was being silly. Razer would fix her up once he got over his surgery sickness. Even if...for some reason that didn't work, death wasn't permanent. Not here. Of all people, Torn knew that well enough...
So why was he running? Why was he frantically trying to get to her when there was every reason in the world for him to trust her to get to the High School just fine on her own? Just take a chill pill and wait the ten minutes it may or may not take? Why was he being stupid?
...Simple. Because this was for Ashelin, and...he'd just realized, had she not fallen into this hell hole? There was a very distinct chance he would have never seen her again. It hadn't hit him until right then. It didn't make sense, right? There not being an Ashelin in his life. She'd always been there...
But they'd grown so distant, it was easy to pretend she was still around, even though she really wasn't. It wasn't unheard of not to speak for weeks on end, especially after the attack that landed him high and dry in the port. Wasn't unusual at all when they were avoiding one another in the first place. When he'd been throwing himself into work so the thoughts that would have led him to her quarters were pushed back far enough to ignore.
Not hard at all to pretend she was just out of his reach, instead of never there at all.
Only...not anymore. Now, it came crashing down around him, and all he wanted to do was run to her and hold her.
Even if it was over stepping his bounds. Screw that.
'Course, all that nerve was gone when she came into view. Then it was all he had to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Wheeze.