Crimson Skies (with a hint of green)

Jude Hinds · **Posted:** Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:51 pm

He stood there a while longer, then, almost hesitating, stepped into the room through the window. When his feet felt the floor beneath him, when he saw the walls around him, the vague security, his muscles lost control. Both legs gave out. There was a slight pain in his feet and an intense burning sensation in his quads. He just collapsed.

The word came out like a last breath from utter exaustion. It had a trail of awe, horror, humor and disbelief: "Fuck..." He sat there crumpled and unable to move, his head bowed down as a head rush assaulted his skull. His vision blurred to white spots and he waited for it to pass, lost in the void of physical exertion.

Marlena Loch · **Posted:** Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:30 am

She had made it… God, she’d made it.

She could hear her own breath rattling in her chest. It seemingly bounced off her rib cage. There was a sharp pain in her side – a cramp most likely – and she slumped to the floor in utter exhaustion. It was only when she heard a body climbing in that panic buzzed off in her brain once again.

“Holy shit!” She felt escape her lips, and she crawled backward. But it was just a man; the beggar. She wondered how he made it. But there was no time for asking questions, she simply ran past him and slammed the remainder of the window shut. There were holes in the glass where wind and other assorted things had weathered it. She could probably mend it somehow.

After the window closed, she relaxed. She turned to face the man.

“Hey..”

Her voice was so alien, hearing it touch the air made her quiver slightly. “Glad you’re alright.” It was all she could manage to say, considering she barely knew him. But he seemed a bit naïve, a bit out of his element. It was safe to assume that although he could be, for the moment he wasn’t dangerous.

Marlena looked a bit worn. Her many layers and patterns of clothing made her look like a story-book vagabond, but her eyes were always wild with… something else. This time it was fear. Her golden face was gaunt and longing, her chestnut hair a crazed tangle around her shoulders.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Jude Hinds · **Posted:** Thu Mar 04, 2010 6:21 pm

His eyes locked with the girl’s, for only a moment. Her brown eyes seemed to recede into themselves, showing a slight fear in the face of a man. Yet, her posture and athletic abilities should have been enough to re-assure her that Jude was in no manner or position to be of any harm. Not while his lungs still heaved for oxygen. He ran a hand through his hair, re-adjusting his hat that had somehow kept itself around his skull. His hand passed over his half moon tattoo, riding from the top of his brow down to his neck; the little black spikes of ink seeming to dig into his skin, showing past assaults of his mind from harder times. He sat there for a moment, watching his hands, a flowing river of images rushing to his eyes: smoke, vibrations, notes ringing the air around him. Blood, spit, tongues, blurs, pills, chicks and vomit on the floor. Maybe it was the creatures that had ran behind him as if they were wolves. Maybe it was the fact that, visually, the ghouls running after him were once humans. He had done terrible things in the world of yesterday, and he knew better than anybody else that humans were monsters. But not in this way… Or maybe… Maybe it was the girl standing in front of him. His face twitched, as if he had suddenly dropped out from a salvia trip. He looked up.

“My bag. You have my bag.” He mumbled. He hadn’t heard what she had said. He could remember something along the lines of : “’ere you thinking?” But whatever she had said before that was just a blur to him. He looked lost, only for the passing moment of his memories. He got up to his feet, his legs only sore now. He snapped back to attention. Although his body was only in his late twenties he felt older. His beard probably added another five years or so. He turned around, his eyes scanning the small park they had ran across. The sun would be down in a matter of minutes.

“Thanks. Thanks for grabbing that.” He said while nodding to his bag, trying to sound a little nicer than his first impression. He then walked to the living room and started to push the small couch that was there. He wanted to block the window as fast as he could.

Crimson Skies (with a hint of green)

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