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| Topic Started: Dec 26 2013, 01:54 AM (711 Views) | |
| Evvy | Dec 26 2013, 01:54 AM Post #1 |
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December 26th 2013 early afternoon "Vault? Art's back?" Evvy had said when she'd heard, just as surprised as she figured some others might have been at her own return. It had been years, even longer than her own absence. She'd left right before the Apocalypse... he'd left right after Shadow X. He wasn't the only person to leave at that time, not by far, but he'd pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth. Her other friends that left then, some kept in touch, others she never saw again. Never expected to see again. Not that she could talk. When she'd left for four years or so, no one heard a damn thing from her. After the Apocalypse, she hadn't been able to face her old friends. She'd needed time to make peace with what happened, with what she'd done. She got that. She'd been there. No, Ev was just happy to see someone she'd had to accept was gone from her life. Or the prospect of seeing him again. Soon after hearing the news, the plant manipulator was bundled of against the weather and out stomping through the snow to the indie apartments. It had been shoveled - or cleared somehow - that morning, but the snow had begun piling up again. The wind cut through the grounds. It made the day bitter, when it might have been merely cold. She hurried inside, out of the wind. Almost every time she went outside, she was reminded what she'd have been facing if she hadn't come home. Living in the mountains was one thing in the summer. Winter was a different thing entirely. Once inside found her way to the most recently occupied apartment, and knocked. It was the first time she'd stepped foot in the building, til now she had no reason. "Art, Arrrt, you in there?" she called out cheerfully, not even considering that the past five or six years might have put a damper on their friendship. She wasn't much like the quiet kid she'd been. Or even that maybe he wouldn't recognize her. She looked much like she did when she was younger, just older. Not even much taller really. No, none of that mattered did it? "It's Evvy." |
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| Vault | Dec 26 2013, 06:47 AM Post #2 |
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The room had a feeling of barely settled in. Just like all the other places. Barely enough living done it to seem worth it to stay, but the young Russo-American made himself a promise to not simply abandon the mansion again. Artyom didn't have much, just his rucksack, and whatever accouterments were already in the apartment. He'd begun to unpack a few of his things. Clothes, not much but enough to get by on his adventures, and the ragged but warm knitted sweater from grandmother Anna, and the last gift he ever received, a letter with his name on it from his grandfather, requested to be opened a year from the day he left Russia. He paused for a moment, and placed it on the bedding nearby. He unpacked some smaller gifts from his parents, treats and things. He sat down on the bed and looked around the veritably empty room. Artyom had lived in some really trashy places before, and this was a massive improvement, even if it was nearly bare of anything but the basics. He let out a gentle sigh. There wasn't any going back now that he was here. He'd have to work with the situation. He wanted to on one hand, and on the other Artyom wanted to run away again, for five more years... maybe even ten. But he couldn't. Not after all that had happened in his absence. He wouldn't leave his friends, his other family, again. Just then, he unpacked the family photo that had been taken some weeks before he left Russia. The Skrytyy's as Artyom knew them. He smiled and placed the picture with everything else. Even with grandpa gone, Artyom tried his best to keep in good spirits for the season. But through the recent issues and of those past, he'd become more and more like his old, reclusive self. And even at the Christmas party, he was a bit of a hermit. But when a familiar voice, feminine and cheerful called his name. It was like taking a step back five years in time. "Evvy dorogaya?" Evvy Darling. Was his first answer, in his native tongue. A name he'd called her in their friendship, half-flattery half-affectionate nickname. He rose up and rather enthusiastically approached the door. This was rare, in fact almost uncharacteristic of the young man. Only for someone like this would he be so active. He continued in Russian. "Evvy Eto tak priyatno videt' vas snova, sovershenstvo!" ("Evvy It's so good to see you again, goodness!") As he approached the door and opened it further. He laid eyes on the girl and paused. He turned red for a moment at the sight of her, then quickly regained himself. "Excuse me where are my manners. Evvy, please, please come in." He stepped aside and kindly waved her in. Had it really been so long? He'd been gone five years, and even then she remembered him? This was equal parts joy and guilt. "It's been so long, Evvy Darling." He'd never forgotten to call her that. It was also a joke they shared, Artyom was still grasping his linguistic roots, and by sleight of tongue called Evvy darling by accident. It stuck ever since. And she was still as darling and beautiful as he remembered from then. The only thing he could think of, was how sudden, like many, that his departure was. He wanted to say so much right then. "I dont have anything much yet.. I.. er." Was all he got out before falling into his trademark silence again. What he did do, was offer the girl a short, but warming hug. At least what he felt comfortable giving to a friend he'd not seen in five years. |
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| Evvy | Dec 26 2013, 05:21 PM Post #3 |
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Evvy raised her eyebrows as Artyom stood there speechless for a moment. He'd gotten taller, she thought, before he started talking and invited her inside. His apartment was just about as bare as her room, though she'd lived in hers for months. She hadn't had much to start with, only what she could carry comfortably. Xavier's provided for what she didn't have, which was great. Her old things were ruined. "Its good to see you too, Art," she replied with a grin. Hearing that old nickname again was unexpected but it brought back memories. If she'd stuck around the mansion her Russian might not have gotten so rusty, since she would have had Pete to talk to. As it was, it had been about five years since she'd heard or attempted to speak that language, besides a phrase here and there from Piotr since she'd returned. Ev got the gist of what he'd said at least, though it took some thought. She was going to have to brush up on it again. The sudden hug was as unexpected as the endearing nickname, but just as welcome. Maybe when she was a kid it would have startled a squeak out of her but now she just hugged him back. "Neither do I, actually," she said once they let go. "You've got good timing Art, I just got settled in a few months ago." That required some explanation didn't it. He'd left before she did so he had no idea she'd been gone too. She added, "I moved out, back in oh-nine. Decided it was about time to come back, what with what's been happening. I wasn't doing any good out there." It seemed like something was always happening, and while they had a reprieve right now, it wasn't over. There were going to be consequences for mutant kind after the most recent attempt at world domination. Or destruction. She wasn't really sure if there had been such a clear goal between the villains this time around. There was plenty she wanted to ask about how - and where - he'd weathered the past five years, but she wasn't sure if it was an open subject or not. "How've you been?" It didn't ask a great deal, but it was an opening if he wanted to talk. |
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| Vault | Dec 30 2013, 06:20 AM Post #4 |
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Artyom nodded. So She'd returned much sooner than himself. Good, she was safer here.. than out there in all the mess. He'd felt a pang of guilt, of all the people he should have told about his exodus from the school, it should have been Evvy. But he didn't. However she seemed happier that he had returned than upset over his exit. Which eased his guilt over it. He smiled and answered. "Ah, that's good then, Evvy. I'm surprised they'd gotten the school back in such good shape after all that has occurred. Her question of his whereabouts was a good one. And it made him think of all the places he'd been since leaving... The Midwest, California, Russia, and back through the north to the great lakes. So many people, so many stories to tell. Where would he start? With the basics, at least. "I-Ive been well, it's been a long journey for me. And I've had my share of troubles. I got to see my parents again for the first time in years, as well as my grandparents for the first time ever, my grandpa Joseph has moved on..." He added solemnly. But he smiled to shrug it away. "My parents moved to Russia shortly before that business with Apocalypse, I was so worried, and then relieved when i'd discovered where they'd gone." He rustled through his things, giving each a cursory glance. Then looking back to Evvy. "It's been different.. for sure... I ended up in the California quake." He paused, thinking back to that horrible day. Te day where his very powers were tested to new limits. Where he'd injured his arm and nearly killed himself three times. But he survived, though it never seemed enough, just barely surviving these events. "I've never seen such destruction in my life, Evvy.. never before." He continued. "I'm not sure how i ever made it out alive then..." And he truly never was. And he'd not brought up the details to anyone, at least with Evvy, he felt safe enough to even speak of it at all. |
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| Evvy | Dec 31 2013, 02:29 AM Post #5 |
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"I'm surprised it looks so much like it did, since they had to rebuild it from the ground up. Well. The sub-basement up." That was a real horror. When the school was blown up. She'd had no way to know who lived or died or how to contact them after. She'd wanted to return by then, but until it was rebuilt and the X-Men returned to New York she'd had no way of doing so. "I'm glad you got to meet him," she said, almost as solemn as he. Family meant a great deal to her, as she'd lost hers when she was young. She'd lost the one remaining family member soon before she left the school. It had been part of why she'd left. To get away from it, but you couldn't run away from loss. And, well, vengeance hadn't been sweet when her hand had been forced by the Apocalypse. Whatever she would have done, it wouldn't have been that. "I was in New York when it happened," she told him in turn. Meaning the city of course. She'd lived in the state her whole life, so that pretty much went without saying for her. "I was caught up in it. Converted. It was either that or die, and choice didn't come into it." It was tough to say, especially knowing he'd had to deal with it too, on the other side of the country. "It was like who I was, was completely consumed by this force-" she couldn't describe it. The anger, the rage, the blood lust. War. She shook her head, eyes dark with remembered feeling. "There's things I wish I could forget. I don't want to know how I did some of the things I did..." Or remember the faces of who she killed. She didn't say that. Not yet, to him. Or anyone. There were some things you just had to bear yourself. "I lived with some survivors for a while after that. Thought it'd help us move on if we did it together. Only during the Purifier attacks one of them decided that those fucks had the right idea, and that we deserved whatever came our way. I spent most of my time after that off in the Adirondacks. They're nice in the summer..." |
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| Vault | Jan 3 2014, 02:27 AM Post #6 |
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Artyom listened to Evvy regale her own adventures to him. He smiled at some parts, and frowned at others. He nodded and answered in kind. "So then, the school has seen it share since I've been gone, especially since going public, and all the horror that seemed to ensue from then on..." He was happy that things had normalized, at least for a little while. He nodded solemnly about his grandfather."Grandpa Joseph was a good man, loyal to his country through all of his years. And he was a kind man, and uncommonly kind to even his grandson, a mutant. Even if I had met him only once in my life. He, along with my dear mother, gave me the final push I needed to come home to the school." "I'm glad you survived Apocalypse besides... I was worried for you all." He wanted to say one more thing, but he choked it back out of nervousness. "Those.. Purifiers, nasty business. I'm sorry all i could do was sit by while they riled the masses." He paused for a moment. He might as well spit it out. He could trust Evvy. "Evvy dorogaya... I'm sorry I left." He started. "I'm sorry I up and abandoned the lot of you. I couldn't shake the guilt after the shadow incident. And I.. I felt I needed to leave.." He paused. "I know you'll say its okay, but it couldn't be helped. And after leaving for five years, I wanted to come back so many times. I fancied myself a coward through it all." His expression broke a few times, but he maintained a cool voice. "Its a blessing you're all safe." He nodded positively. It was hard to get it out a first, but if he could tell anyone it was Evvy indeed. But it only eased his guilt so much. Five years ago he ran away, and now he's back. He was stronger, no doubt, but all he had learned in escaping his isolation had fled him as well. "I don't know if I could face the staff or my other friends, some days.. Warren, Dontae, Steve.." He sighed. And finally relented in his confessions. "I must apologize, Evvy, it's been weighing on me since the day I left." |
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| Evvy | Jan 7 2014, 02:16 AM Post #7 |
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"Okay? I don't think not seeing or hearing from you is okay - but I understand why. It's forgiven already. Even if I wanted to hold it against you, that'd be pretty damn hypocritical of me wouldn't it?" Evvy made a vague gesture with a hand while she talked. She had done pretty much the same thing. It didn't mean she was happy about it, but it meant she had a perspective on it others probably wouldn't. "I was upset when you - when several of our friends left. Some kept in touch, for a while. For me, and I'd say for you, it was easier to make a clean break." It made it more difficult to return though, and not everyone was happy with her. Many, however, accepted her explanations and welcomed her back. She didn't regret taking some time for herself, but it made her wish she'd come home sooner. Oh well. What was, was. No amount of wishing would change that. "Now that you're back, what do you want to do? I mean, besides the superhero stuff. Or haven't you decided yet - I hadn't put much thought to that before I came back. Avery suggested joining the infirmary staff though and I'm giving it a try." "Its tough to try and learn everything I'd need to know, but I'm getting a lot of help. Can't imagine managing it on my own." She grimaced. She'd have already given up on it if everyone hadn't come together for her. If she hadn't been able to speak up and ask for help. If she was as timid as she'd been as a kid, she wouldn't have been able to ask for help. "Everett is further along with all the medical stuff so I study with him a lot. He's still working too hard and forgetting that he's got to take breaks to eat and sleep. Avery's been really encouraging, and I've been shadowing her and Dr. McCoy." "The new biology teacher - Julian, he's new since we went here - has been a ton of help too. He's got programs set up so I have some kind of experience setting wounds. Even though it wasn't really real. It seems real..." Julian was away for the holidays, though. He probably needed it, she took a chunk of his free time with all that extra help. It was a nice break for her too, though she didn't know what to do with herself with all that free time. "I don't know if I want to be a doctor as such but I'm getting the basics down. In case they need a hand down there. And it'd be good to know for the field... I should really see if I could combine my combat sessions and the field medicine training." |
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| Vault | Jan 12 2014, 08:20 PM Post #8 |
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"I.. er.. Sorry. I got struck with this unshakable guilt, it sounds ridiculous to some I'd think, but I did. And to you most of all Evvy, I apologize. Of course it isn't okay... but many of those I've met up with keep telling me, but perhaps that's because they haven't had the time to consider everything with all that has been happening around us these days. And perhaps it would by hypocritical, but to be honest Evvy in the times we've been living, most everyone's feelings can be considered." He nodded quickly. "It was easier, i left early in the evening when most everyone else was either away or distracted.. fanfare and i don't get along as you know." Indeed it didn't in fact most every time anymore than his closest friends ever tried to bring attention to him, he felt uncomfortable with it. Leaving was fairly easy, and it was not as though anyone could have stopped him, he'd packed his things and made a strong first leap away from the school... then another, and then another.. until the school was just a place in a memory for the next five years. He question of his next order of business made him think. "I'm not sure... I'm sure my old fellows could use a hand in training.. and i know i'm now in need of some for myself. But for infirmary? Go for it Evvy, you're quite skilled, and your power compliments it to a good degree. And I'm sure Dr. McCoy enjoys having someone as astute as you along for the ride." Artyom smiled. "Thats why we're here isn't it? To come together and help one another?" "You should consider it carefully Evvy, but I have confidence that you can do it. Especially with these uncertain times, we need as much medical support as the school can afford. I have a pretty big feeling that the last five years are just the beginning of uncertain times for all of us. And to be quite clear on that, I don't think it will be very long before we see a brand new problem on the horizon if what I've seen out there is any indication. This world isn't finished with us yet." |
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| Evvy | Jan 16 2014, 01:11 AM Post #9 |
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Er, whoops... she hadn't said that to squeeze an apology out of him or to make him feel bad, she just... spoke her mind a lot more freely than she used to. Sometimes without really thinking about it. But maybe he needed to say it. Telling each other, telling themselves things was okay, well that was lying. And that wasn't something she did to friends. "Thanks, I appreciate it. When Avery made the suggestion I hadn't been sure... but it'll be worth it. No matter how far I go with it, what I've learned so far would be worth it." It was only going to get tougher but she had plenty of support. She could do it, because she had to. The more people who knew first aid, the better, the kind of lives they lived. Evelyn listened to Art, nodding from time to time. Finally she said, "That's why I came back. I thought, if there was ever a time to come home it'd be now. We're going to need everyone if things keep on like they've been." It came as a relief that she wasn't the only one that felt this way. She thought things were building up to something, maybe not something specific, but the tensions continued building. Anything could set it off. "It isn't over, but there's probably going to be a lull - maybe a few months, maybe longer - and I'm going to train as hard as possible to make sure I'm ready." She thought the forces of evil, whichever faction might be likely to trouble them next, would need to recover from this latest struggle too. Probably. "That said. I am always up for a session. So long as the DR isn't already in use, that is, and I don't have my face in a text book." She made a face. Much more of her time was spent studying than she liked, and she'd always been a studious kid. She just need to keep reminding herself that it was worth it, and that it was okay to take breaks. |
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| Vault | Jan 20 2014, 10:18 AM Post #10 |
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"We've been hit so badly, haven't we? I mean aside from the obvious, like the school being nearly, if not vaporized. We've suffered plenty of losses. And I've already heard so much of whats gone on with these folk that did it, and the recent events with the so called Illuminati? To say the least however, I'm glad we're still here to tell the tale. After five years it's not been an easy road either." He noted her concerns. They would need everyone, perhaps, if it were possible, more than even everyone. They'd need every resource the could manage. Artyom had made a habit of moving on before getting caught out like he did in California. And no where else has that vibe been stronger than back here. But he was not going to obey that feeling this time. He was going to fight it, because they needed him here, they needed everything they could. "You can always have a hand int he DR from me, Evvy, I can promise that much." He smiled. He'd not been back to the DR yet, and something inside him made the itch a bit bigger for him than usual. Artyom leaned to the pile of trinkets and goods he'd unfurled from his ruck. There was quite a bit in there, various things from small sweets to even a rather beat up looking first aide kit. He'd pulled out a bracelet. And turned to Evvy. "My grandma Anna has many hobbies, among them is collecting odds and ends. Before they'd met me, grandpa Joseph would find doodads for her on his days out to the city. He found this." He held it out to her. It was old, for sure, but well kept, and it had a dull silver sheen to it. On it's outer curve, written in Cyrillic: "Мы каждый лучший друг от друга" Artyom smiled. "It's a proverb. It says "We are each the best of one another." My grandma said that it means that we all are only as good as our friends and loved ones, and that we are our best when we bring it out from one another..." He smiled faintly, this was the last thing Grandma Anna had given him along with the letter before leaving for America. "I want you to have it, consider it a gift of our reunion..." A gift he'd wanted to give for so long, and to so many, but with Evvy at least, he could start to make right the wrongs he'd felt he'd made. "It should fit you well, your wrist is about the same size as hers." |
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| Evvy | Jan 23 2014, 04:37 PM Post #11 |
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"Oh you know I'm going to hold you to that," Evvy told him, grinning at his open Danger Room offer with enthusiasm. It felt like she'd spent more time in the DR in the months since her return than all the years she'd been a student, yet she still hadn't lost her enthusiasm for it. She had been fit before her return to Xavier's, but not the way she was now. She had energy reserves she hadn't been able to build up living on the edge of survival. No small amount was due to the ready access to food and a safe, comfortable place to sleep. She was pretty focused on being ready for whatever came next, but she also was very aware of the need for self-care. Unlike some of her intensely focused friends, she took the time to step back to sleep, eat, and relax in between bouts of training whether it was physical exertion in the DR or mentally strenuous studies. Not to mention to take the time to remind others they needed to eat and rest as well. Ev couldn't conceal her surprise when Artyom retrieved something delicate and shining from an assortment of items she'd overlooked while talking to him. She didn't try to hide it either. A gift, let alone one as thoughtful as the one he'd held out to her, was entirely unexpected. And touching. It had been given to him by his grandmother. That meant more than she could express. She accepted it mutely, looking somberly at the pretty thing as he spoke. Not 'just' a pretty trinket given to him by his grandmother. A gift like this had implications and she didn't know whether he meant it that way. She took a deep breath and decided to take it at face value - a gift for a friend and a loved one. A dear old friend reunited after years of uncertainty whether they would ever see each other again. "Art, thank you, its lovely," she said quietly before her smile resurfaced, this time decidedly mischievous. "I should have brought something, as a welcome-home-gift. I'm so thoughtless. I hope this will do for now," she said before leaning forward to peck his cheek. Thoughtless and impulsive. Two things she'd never really been. |
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| Vault | Jan 25 2014, 11:29 PM Post #12 |
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He smiled as she admired the object. But what came next he did not expect. She'd pecked him on the cheek. He had to sit there for a split second, processing the action, his heart skipped as well. He gave her an expression that was surprise all over. "Evvy..." He quickly recovered however, awkward was not how he wanted this to be. "I-I'ts quite alright, that will do just fine, excellent in fact." He couldn't stop smiling now. After such an interaction. Happiness had suddenly welled within him. A gladness to be home, and to be here in this moment with someone he genuinely cared about. Two quiet children who'd learned together and survived the madness of the world around them. "I.. err... I did of course tell my parents and grandma f you, they're pleased to know someone has been looking after me." It was small talk. To say the least. It may have been a peck, but it was enough for Arty. To make him feel welcome again after his own self imposed abandonment. He'd given it to her an he didn't even think of the possible implications. Not at all had he considered such a gift. But in his head maybe it wasn't so bad then to consider the gift to her that way now. Perhaps after five years of being on his own, after five years of misery and suffering and traveling two continents, he'd needed to be with someone his age and of his kind. And who better than darling Evvy? Darling Evvy... |
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| Evvy | Feb 4 2014, 12:42 AM Post #13 |
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Artyom looked stunned for a moment and even after he regained his composure there was still a measure of surprise to be read. The surprise on his face said more than any verbal response could have. There hadn't been any expectation on his part. But he was pleased about it after he got over the surprise. She smiled right back at him after assured her that it was just fine. What he said next surprised her, maybe as much as he'd just been surprised. He'd told his grandmother about her? Even five years after they'd last seen each other. Well, that made sense, if he'd gotten the present from her, that he'd talked to her about who the present was for. But still. There hadn't been any talk about her life here once she'd left. The people she'd been with had wanted to put their past behind them and she had been happy to forget for a little while too. That couldn't last long though. There had been too many good memories to let them all go just because some were painful. "Has anyone else been by yet?" she asked, continuing the small talk since he'd started it. "Kimmy's around somewhere," she began then realized that of her old friends she was the only one still around. She didn't even know where most of them were. And she hadn't really made friends with Kimmy until Shadow X - they'd escaped together. Shadow X wasn't really a fun topic for either of them. "I dunno where everyone else has gotten to, they weren't here when I got back." It wasn't like they'd had all the same friends, but she knew even less of his old friends than her own |
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| Vault | Feb 5 2014, 11:09 PM Post #14 |
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"Alas, no. Evvy." He answered. "I have not been back very long. I have barely even unpacked my clothes, or what little I have of that in my ruck sack." He turned to his ruck, a beat up drab-green bag. Inside, after having spilled out all the trinkets and gear he'd collected over the years was his clothes, and several bobby-pinned openings in the lining of the bags where he'd kept the money he'd earned over the years. It wasn't very much, but it was enough for one person to live comfortably for about a month. Or take someone out on a really nice evening. He abolished the thought for now. Moving a tad to quickly, he thought. "It was sparse when I got here. To say the least." He added. "Very few here indeed." It'd seemed as empty as the streets during apocalypse, a visible shiver radiated through him. California, during apocalypse was no memory he wanted to keep, but kept haunting him. The crumbling of buildings, and the one that nearly ended his life. He abolished that thought quickly too. So much to say, but inside, fear kept him from speaking the truth right out. Just then he had an idea. An odd one, but one that would help take them away from what seemed like an impending, gloomy conversation. "Evvy, why don't we go outside, I know there's fresh snow and all, but, I can show you how far I've progressed over the years I've been gone?" He'd come very far since those days, and he was sure she had too. Perhaps emotionally wasn't the only way to gauge their growth. |
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| Evvy | Feb 17 2014, 11:49 PM Post #15 |
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"Sounds like fun. Make sure to bundle up, its freezing," she said with some enthusiasm for his suggestion. Like she really had to tell him about dressing warm. New York got cold, but probably nothing like what he'd recently experienced. Ah well. She straightened her winter things, with their various wraps, zippers, and buttons, and was soon ready to head back into the snow. "Probably should head out a little way so that no one accidentally stumbles in on us," she suggested cheerfully once they were outside, wind gusting and attempting to take her scarf. She led the way, away from the shoveled out paths. Accidents were always a possibility especially with visibility so poor. Messing about with her powers, and those of her friends, had to be one of her favorite past times whether they were training or just showing off their newest tricks. Even when she'd been a kid she'd loved it and it had been one of the few things she'd ever been confident about. "Does this look like a good spot?" she asked. It was far enough out, she thought, but without anything overhead that might make jumping hazardous or mess with his trajectory. Usually she'd go into the forest but that seemed like a bad idea in this case. |
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