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Five Times the World Opened Up 2b/5
(Anonymous) 2012-08-21 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)“What am I thinking? What are you thinking? Who are you?” She took the chance to get a good look at her savior; nice cheekbones, nice hair, and an awfully familiar skin tone.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Aren’t you one of Vance’s family? A vampire?”
He spun round and faced her with an expression of the utmost torment.
“A monster! A killer! You don’t know what it’s like, to watch someone so strong and good and human walk into danger every day like you do. To feel protective of someone and never know what they’ll be facing, never even know what they’re thinking!”
“Usually something like ‘oh no, a big ugly molerat.”
“This isn’t funny!” The Lone Wanderer could have begged to differ, but it seemed rude to antagonize one’s rescuer, even if he had just confessed to watching her every day. Did he really mean that? Was she going to have to fire Wadsworth?
“It’s okay, calm down. You’re sweating like crazy.”
“I don’t sweat. This is the skin of a killer!”
The Lone Wanderer shook her head.
“No, that’s all wrinkled and dead looking. Ghouls don’t glisten in the sunlight, they just glow sometimes.”
He just shook his head in return.
“Don’t know what it’s like...following you...watching you from afar...I’ve tried to stop, but you always drag me back! Watching you sleep, the only time you seem to be at peace. You’re like my personal brand of Med-X! And to see you almost get killed over and over, and not even try to keep yourself safe. You must be stupid!”
The Lone Wanderer stammered for a minute, her head attempting to process several things at once. She was being insulted by the man who just saved her, and who was also a vampire. He was in love with her, or at least in some kind of lust-driven obsession. There was only so much she could handle at once, and so she said the first thing that came to mind.
“You’ve been watching me sleep?”
Re: Five Times the World Opened Up 2b/5
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-10 06:38 am (UTC)(link)Part Three: Snipers Work in Pairs
She was only a kid. Now that he’d taken the time to look more closely, Boone regretted having ever involved the strange girl in his work. The wastes had a way of aging you fast, but still- if she were his daughter, he wouldn’t let her out of the house without a group of at least five chaperones. The Mojave was no place to be a pretty young thing, especially without a gun.
“What did you say your name was?”
“You didn’t ask. Katniss Everdeen.”
Weirdest fucking name Boone had ever heard.
“Is that Latin?”
“It’s a kind of flower.”
There wasn’t much else to say. Apparently, Katniss wasn’t any bigger on small talk than he was. Just as well, since talk only ruined ambushes. He’d been travelling with her several days now, ever since she’d helped him root out Jeannie, and he hadn’t even needed to call anything other than “kid.”
She talked plenty to other people, though. When they’d rescued a group of slaves from a Legion outpost, they’d fallen over themselves thanking her. Come to think of it, some of them had even called her a strange word that he now knew was her name. She seemed to be some kind of a slave celebrity, if such a thing existed.
It was from those conversations that he’d learned what little he knew about her. Eavesdropping had become a habit with him, ever since his own failed attempts at finding out who had betrayed his wife. His travelling companion seemed to have been a slave of some kind- a gladiator, it sounded like, though he wasn’t sure if there were female ones- who’d made a big flashy escape. There was a man she’d left behind, and when someone asked about a baby, Katniss had said the Soldiers stabbed her and caused a miscarriage. She didn’t look like she was too upset about it, but how the fuck could he tell?
Boone didn’t know what had possessed him to go over to her that night when they usually slept silently in separate cots. Neither of them could sleep this night, though, and he’d found her standing by the edge of a canyon looking at the stars.
Nor did Boone know what possessed him to ask his next question.
“What’s his name?”
She turned around to face him, and though he saw no tears on her face, there was a gleam in her eyes that suggested them.
“Peeta. We were going to get married.”
Her voice was low and tired, as if she’d said things a thousand times already in her head.
“He’s not a threat to them. They’re only hurting him because they’re angry at me...”
“It’s not your fault.” Hollow words, he knew. “He’d want you to be free.”
“Maybe. It’s my job to get him out of there, though.
She went back to looking at the stars, and Boone did the same. She might have been too young to risk her life, but he couldn’t argue with her sentiment. As they sat together and shared the cool night breeze, Boone tried not to wonder if his daughter might have grown up anything like Katniss.
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Part Four: And Whisper No
Rorschach’s Journal
Hideous vermin covers the wasteland. Fitting that my nemisis should take her name from them. The AntAgonizer cowers in her cave, fearing me. Let her fear. One apocalypse wasn’t enough to teach the scum about consequences; I will succeed where the bombs did not. I will be the one to show them they cannot hide from their crimes.
Met a stranger today, known on the radio as the Lone Wanderer. Wrong. She has a disease-ridden pup with her, fed upon the flesh of the dead. Possibly keeps him out of sentimentality. Heard she came from a vault- has much to learn about the value of sentimentality in the wasteland.
She sought me out. Strange. Said she had talked to the AntAgonizer. Stranger still.
“I talked to her, and she’s agreed to take off the costume. I was hoping you’d be willing to do the same.”
I would have laughed if I had any humor left in me. Still, she wouldn’t go away.
“I know you think you’re a superhero, but you’re giving the kids some bad ideas. Your name is Scott Wollinski, your nickname is Bean- remember? Rorschach is a character in a pre-war comic. It’s time to go back to town.”
Might have been working with the AntAgonizer against me. Might have just been a fool. Made no difference. Fools are what made this country a wasteland, and are as guilty as the knowingly corrupt.
“The radio says you’ve done good,” I told her. “Go back and keep doing it. I won’t argue with a civilian.”
“No, you’re a civilian! The town is worried about you. You’re going to hurt yourself, or someone else. Maybe not even the AntAgonizer!”
Hurt myself or someone else? She clearly did not understand me, or my mission. Pointless to waste my time on fools. I fired a warning shot, and she responded quickly enough. No, not her- a pale man in a trenchcoat and hat. He knocked her over and fired back at me. Another fool- my shot came nowhere near her.
“God damn it, Edward!” I heard her call out.
I didn’t look back at her. Let the ignorant argue over petty matters. I will not get pulled into their squabbles, nor will they separate me from my mission.
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-25 04:54 am (UTC)(link)Part Five: He Loved President Eden
Civilization was overrated. Many people said that, but few had the firsthand experience to back it up. Likewise, few people asked Colin Moriarty where he’d gotten his accent. It could have been that they expected any story coming out of his mouth to be a lie, which wasn’t an unfounded assumption. If they had asked him, he probably would have lied.
The truth was that he had grown up in civilization, and given everything he had to escape it.
Listening to the radio, Moriarty always enjoyed Enclave broadcasts. One couldn’t help being a little nostalgic, even towards a place of nightmares. President Eden was an enjoyably powerless authority figure, with all of the comforting tones of his old leader and none of the muscle to back it up.
Good old Oceana, encompassing what used to be England and Ireland and god only knew what else. He’d been born into what passed for wealth back home, and it was that wealth that had bribed the Underground to put him on the ship across the sea. What they would find, no one knew- all they knew was that it was a land they were supposedly at war with, where the civilization they knew had long ago crumbled. That was appealing enough on its own.
The Capital Wasteland wasn’t that bad, and a slimy bastard like Moriarty could always find a niche to crawl into. Pimp, slave owner and saloon keeper- not exactly the high life, but life just the same. Here you didn’t have to worry about being arrested (being locked up by Lucas Simms hardly counted), or assassinated (provided you didn’t piss off anyone with money) or censored (if you had anything valuable to say in the first place.) It truly was the land of the free.
Still, sometimes he would put on Enclave radio just for the hell of it. Listening to President Eden’s voice was a bit like home away from home. In a way, it was good to know he was watching you.