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Post by Sophia Lane on Apr 2, 2016 6:52:53 GMT 2
| | WE BELONG TO THE NIGHT TAG OPEN | WHERE The Harbor | WORDS 819 | NOTES Blah |
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er shift was nearing it's end. It had been a long one. She'd had to be in before the sun had been up which had set her on edge all day long from having to walk to work in the darkness. Every little noise had her jumping out of her skin. Every person she passed she had shrank away from. It had been terrifying. Yes she'd made it there to the bright, well lit diner unharmed but that didn't mean a million scenarios hadn't ran through her head between her apartment and work. But even now she fidgeted a little as she waited to take the person's order, glancing from her notepad that she didn't really need to the wall of windows that showed the fading light of the day each minute. The notepad was handy. It gave her an excuse for not looking people in the eye as she talked to them in the brief moments it took to take their order and not seem impolite. It was the last table of the evening for her. Finishing up her side work she headed home, her little feet carrying her at a pace that was a second or two shy of a run, keeping her head down. She didn't even stop to pick up food to make dinner. A sigh of relief left her as she made it in the doorway and locked the four locks on the door behind her. At the window in the tiny living room of the run down, tiny apartment her nightly date was already there meowing at the window as he paced back and forth on the fire escape. It was the first thing all day to bring a smile to her face. A genuine smile. Slipping out of her sweater she headed to the window and pushed it up, having to bump it a few times with her shoulder to get the stubborn warped wood to raise. The orange tabby sauntered in as if he owned the place and rubbed against her ankles as she talked to him, heading into the kitchen. A quick meal dished out for him and she hit the shower to let him finish. The panic attack that threatened to take hold of her all day long was slowly fading as the brief bursts of hot water hit her face and head, washing it down the drain. Hair wrapped in a towel and her flannel pj's on, a pair of fuzzy slippers and fleece robe she made her way back out to visit with the stray cat that seemed to have claimed her. Sitting on the old couch in front of the TV that looked like it belonged in a family room in 1982, she popped one of her Ambiens and washed it down with a glass of iced tea as she sat and stroked the cat, nodding off without even realizing it. Her dreams were always so wildly vivid on the sleeping pill. Luckily most times, they weren't nightmares. The one she was currently in was certainly interesting though. She had this overwhelming urge to go to the harbor. She would tell herself when she woke tomorrow morning with dirty feet and unexplained expenses, that it was because there had been a story on the news as she fell asleep about the harbor bombing that recently happened. What ever it was she felt she had to go down there, that someone was lost and needed her help. It was just the kind of crazy and brave thing that she wished she could do but never had the nerve. She wrote all the weird, unexplainable things that seemed to happen when she took her pills off as dreams, never wanting to admit to herself that she was actually up and moving and not knowing what she was doing. Ambien had a nasty way of doing that to people. Hair tossed into a loose, lazy braid she had slipped on a pair of jeans, her sneakers, a blouse and a sweater before she had headed out, using mass transit to reach the harbor. It was dark out there and police tape was still up here and there but there were no police officers to be seen. There was no one at all to be seen. Only the sounds of the waves and the distant ships filled the night air as she picked her way past the police tape and began searching around the debris, calm at first but slowly getting more frantic. Whoever it was, whatever it was it needed her help now. In her panic to help the distressed soul she was searching for she didn't hear the soft rustle of someone else having stepped into the area she was in. "Where are you? I'm here. I'm gonna help you." she called out to the phantom person that she thought she was there to save. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 3:55:41 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior -----  --- Saving who? --- If anyone asked why he was at this particular harbor at this late hour, he wouldn’t know how to answer. This destroyed place had so many bad memories for him, and it had very little to do with the bombings that happened a few months ago. It was impressive how little had changed since then, there was burnt wood scattered around, collapsed crates and holes scattered all around the places where the bombs probably went off. Old carcasses of boats still floated by the pieces on the harbor and Jacob wondered if this place would forever be some sort of ghost filled place, lonely, forgotten and destroyed, it was a bit sad.
He was perched on top of some old crates, still sturdy enough to support his weight, but he saw it was starting to rot due to the abuse from the elements. He stared at the dark sea, the moonlight reflecting on the water, the exact place where he saw his problems sunk, a dead man that was never found, forever there. He didn’t feel particularly happy about it, the damage was done before the problem was dealt with, and his life had gone from great to a mess in about two months.
He took a deep sigh, the smell of sea water mixed with old wood filling his lungs. He fumbled around his pockets until he found his package of cigarettes, lighting one with a flick of his lighter. It had been a few good months since he had last smoked, not out of any desire to stop, as he didn’t consider himself an addict, but because he knew his friend didn’t like the smell, but right now, he felt grumpy enough to not care, this place was horrible, his thoughts were horrible, so he would indulge in a horrible habit as well.
There were steps behind him, frantic one like the person was fleeing someone or in a rush to get somewhere. He turned around and looked down, cigarette hanging on his mouth as the smoke curled up. At first he thought it might be trouble, some other criminal or even police looking for an easy prey, his hand went automatically to his pocket knife. Not very far from him he saw a distinct feminine figure, frantically going through the debris. Thankfully the person didn’t look particularly dangerous, he wasn’t really equipped to deal with trouble, not even a mask on him, it was just a person acting weird.
With confusion written all over his face, he climbed down from place and approached the person, she seemed to be looking for someone. Did some idiot come poking on the harbor and got themselves hurt? If that was the case, they probably deserved what they got. Puffing smoke from his lungs, he didn’t bother hiding his presence as he kept watch the frantic girl, approaching her slowly. “Did you lose someone on the old debris?” He asked unpreoccupied.
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Post by Sophia Lane on Apr 4, 2016 8:28:33 GMT 2
| | WE BELONG TO THE NIGHT TAG | WHERE The Harbor | WORDS 447 | NOTES Blah |
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er head whipped up at the sound of the voice, looking at the man. If this were real to her she'd instantly be terrified and cower but in her 'dreams' she was more assertive, braver when facing the world around her. Depending on how close the man was to her he might see the slightly dazed, out of it look in her eyes. Like she was seeing him but not really seeing him. "There you are! How did you get out from under all that rubble? Are you okay?", the tiny blonde asked as she took some steps closer to the person. "I was so worried. I just had this feeling in my gut that someone was hurt here and needed help. Someone that no one else could hear. But you ...you look alright. Are you alright?" Even though she was kinda out there at the moment her expression and tone were absolutely genuine. There was a sincerity about her that made her seem concerned for this total stranger's well being. She raised a hand towards him, delicate fingers attempting to move hair to the side to check his forehead visually for any injuries. Those Ambien should be called zombie makers the way it allowed people to be up and moving around, functioning and unaware of their actions. Waking dreams. But they did allow her to be more involved in life. How messed up was that? Standing as close as she was he could see the delicate features better as well. This was not some homeless person or junkie. The way the neckline of her blouse had shifted as she searched partially revealed the faint jagged scar on one side of her neck though. She wasn't altogether unscathed by darkness but she didn't carry the look of someone that danced with it on a regular basis. But a small frown creased her lips and wrinkled her forehead as she looked at him, more like through him, and shook her head. "No...it isn't you.. I'm.. I'm sorry I have to get back to..." But her words trailed off as she turned from him and went back to reaching for burned pieces of planks moving them and shifting them around. She moved away from him, unheeding of her own safety as she did so. it was no surprise when she took a step on a pile of unstable debris that shifted and sent her falling to the ground, a painful wrench to her ankle as she fell that caused her to give out a small yelp of pain as she caught herself on with her outstretched hands, scraping them up. <p> ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 4, 2016 22:07:03 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior ----- --- Saving who? --- He took a small step back as she turned to look at him, he didn’t expect her to approach and he doubted very much he was the one she was looking for. He had just been chilling on some crates, not… trapped under old debris? That was a ridiculous notion in the first place. “Uhhh…. What? I’m fine…? What makes you think there’s someone hurt here? This place has been abandoned for months.” It was such a bizarre situation, and even more weird was her story. She had a feeling? Was this girl crazy or something? He still didn’t think she was particular dangerous, but he was starting to rethink his decision of coming down. But then again, his curiosity might as well be the death of him one day.
It was so strange the way she sounded genuinely concerned, like this was some sort of life and death situation. He looked warily as he brushed his hair aside, blinking in confusion but not making any movement to push her away. He saw her eyes, they looked a bit out there, unfocused, but that might have been her natural estate or perhaps the effect of drugs, he didn’t know or cared to find out, the important thing was, this woman was in an abandoned harbor looking for some poor sod he wasn’t even sure existed, and he wanted to understand why. If not out of sympathy, out of pure curiosity.
Eventually she seemed to figure out Jacob wasn’t the one she was looking for and went back to the pile of old burnt wood. How did she even found the strength to keep moving that stuff around, he had no idea, she looked small and delicate, like someone who wasn’t used to heavy physical work, but she was relentless, so much so that the inevitable happened and a piece of loose trash made her lose her balance and fall down. ”You okay? I don’t think you should keep doing that, you’ll get hurt or fall into the ocean, people won’t find you, all sort of problems.” He made no movement to help the girl up, not feeling particularly helpful at that moment. “Are you sure though, that there is really someone here? I’ve been here for the last two hours and this place has been deserted since.” He was starting to think this girl wasn’t doing so right in the head, or maybe she was high and hearing things. She didn’t look like your regular junkie, but then again, you can never tell.
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Post by Sophia Lane on Apr 6, 2016 5:44:34 GMT 2
| | WE BELONG TO THE NIGHT TAG | WHERE The Harbor | WORDS 429 | NOTES Blah |
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he didn't move to stand right away, looking at her scraped up hands and wincing a bit as she used them to stand up, keeping her weight off her injured ankle which only served to make her wobble a bit. Looking back to the man she squinted a little, a confused look on her face. "Two hours? .....Are you certain?", she asked, a little pause. "But I ...", her words trailed off as she looked around and then frowned. She turned her head as the harbor breeze drifted past, snagging and pulling out a few more strands of her hair from it's loose braid and danced it around her face. Her brow furrowed a bit as she tried to process what he was saying. "I could have sworn... " She looked back to the man standing there. Normally she'd have been scared out of her mind to be out here in the dark in the bad part of town with this total stranger but things were different under the spell of the Prince Ambien. But perhaps this was just another one of those bizarre dreams of hers. It hurt when she put pressure on her gimpy ankle but she'd had worse and the pills in her system had something of a dulling effect. She limped around a few more steps and sighed. "No.. no you're right. You would have seen them." Looking back at the man she tilted her head and double checked. "Two hours?" just to be sure. Finding a spot to sit on a railing that wasn't entirely burned she sat and reached up to scratch her head a bit, still confused, but it felt good to take the pressure of her ankle a bit. There was no serious damage just enough to make her ache a bit. Nothing a bit of rest and maybe some elevation wouldn't cure. "Why aren't there more people here? The emergency people? Shouldn't they be here? It just happened didn't it? Or.. no.." She looked around. There were no smouldering embers, no flames. It was still except for the waters licking at the remaining posts of this part of the harbor. "No, I guess it wasn't." Raising a hand she rubbed at her temple and once more tried to make sense of it all. One thing stood out to her though. This man. Out here. "But why are you out here?", she asked softly. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Jacob Pierce on Apr 6, 2016 23:13:34 GMT 2
----- Midnight Savior ----- --- Saving who? --- The harbor was abandoned, a ghost place, that was one of the reasons Jacob had chosen to go there at such late hour, he needed some time to himself, away from his house and from his problems. But apparently he chose the wrong day, he wondered what would have happened with this girl had he not come here today. She’d be still digging through old wood and other garbage. “Yep, give or take.” He answered unconcerned, looking curiously at how she seemed completely confused.
“Are you alright?” He finally asked, more out of the need to know if he should be more wary of her than true concern for her well-being. She was limping when she kept wandering, the fall apparently hurt her more than Jacob thought it would. ”Seriously, I wouldn’t wander like this around here in the middle of the night if I were you. Stuff may happen.” He didn’t think she was fully listening to him, repeating the information he had given. Two hours indeed and he just nodded in response.
He followed her to the railing, leaning against it beside her, breathing out the smoke of his cigarette away from her face, her questions further proving she had no idea what was going on. “It happened more than 8 months ago. The emergency people are long gone, this is just the ruins. No one to find here but me, sorry to disappoint” Was there any use talking to her though? His theory that she was on some illicit stuff sounded more and more true, regardless of the lost “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you even know today’s date?” I didn’t make much sense, even if she somehow was stuck on the past. Why would any civilian come to a bomb site to find people? Maybe it was some sort of trauma and she lost a loved one and couldn’t cope.
But slowly she seemed to be coming back to herself, realizing her notions weren’t very accurate. Her question was a bit intrusive. “I was thinking about my poor life choices. I really thought there would be no one here.” He shrugged, squishing the stub of his cigarette on the railing beside him. “Do you make a habit of trying to save people from burned down ruins? It doesn’t sound very healthy.” Imagine if it was another Bianchi that showed up, like that wall of a man with blue hair, or worse, Shaun Bianchi.
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