Post by Rusty on Apr 27, 2012 8:28:03 GMT -7
As Rusty watched Ikenna return to the Durango, making a note to take a look at her contorted hand, she turned the shimmery bracelet around in her palm. Turning her attention to the sobbing boy, she sighed, and bent over slightly, to better look into his eyes.
"Look, kid. No one knows what they're doing here...She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed firmly, trying to transmit her own calm and strength through his veins.
The boy looked up, his eyes red from the tears, and sputtered breathlessly from his weeping,
"We've all lost people...but right now, all we can do is try to survive."
Her voice, still course and husky, softened slightly, "Figure out what you can contribute, because the world you knew is gone. Get tough, and know that maybe, if you're tough enough, you might be able to survive. Thats the only comfort I can offer you."
She flashed a half smile, as sincere as she could muster, and turned on her heels. If the boy followed, he'd survive a little longer, and maybe even make s good addition to their rag-tag group. If he didn't, Rusty mused that he and his dog would be dead by morning.
She flung open the passenger door, and being greated by a flustered little feline, slipped the ornate bracelet around his neck, like a collar.
"What a handsome prince!' She chuckled, as she raised him up, planting a smattering of kisses all over his wrinkled face.
Lance cast her a sidelong glance, confusion furrowing his brow only slightly.
Snapping out of her tender moment, she cleared her throat, "Wait two more minutes. If the kid doesn't get in, we drive away and forget this ever happened."
Lance nodded, a film of nostalgia encroaching on his irisies.
I wonder how old his kids are....
Ikenna's low grumble of impatience from the backseat reached Rusty's ears. With a smirk, she turned her head, "I know,,,but how many more chances can a person really get anymore? We have to look out for eachother now..." Shifting in her seat, Rusty pulled up her bookbag, sifting through her supplied to find apsrin, a splint, and bandages..."Speaking of which...your hand got pretty fucked up..."
Gently grabbing Ikenna's wrist, she went to work on the mangled caramel-colored hand, silently hoping she'd hear the sound of the cardoor open as the seconds passed.
"Look, kid. No one knows what they're doing here...She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed firmly, trying to transmit her own calm and strength through his veins.
The boy looked up, his eyes red from the tears, and sputtered breathlessly from his weeping,
"We've all lost people...but right now, all we can do is try to survive."
Her voice, still course and husky, softened slightly, "Figure out what you can contribute, because the world you knew is gone. Get tough, and know that maybe, if you're tough enough, you might be able to survive. Thats the only comfort I can offer you."
She flashed a half smile, as sincere as she could muster, and turned on her heels. If the boy followed, he'd survive a little longer, and maybe even make s good addition to their rag-tag group. If he didn't, Rusty mused that he and his dog would be dead by morning.
She flung open the passenger door, and being greated by a flustered little feline, slipped the ornate bracelet around his neck, like a collar.
"What a handsome prince!' She chuckled, as she raised him up, planting a smattering of kisses all over his wrinkled face.
Lance cast her a sidelong glance, confusion furrowing his brow only slightly.
Snapping out of her tender moment, she cleared her throat, "Wait two more minutes. If the kid doesn't get in, we drive away and forget this ever happened."
Lance nodded, a film of nostalgia encroaching on his irisies.
I wonder how old his kids are....
Ikenna's low grumble of impatience from the backseat reached Rusty's ears. With a smirk, she turned her head, "I know,,,but how many more chances can a person really get anymore? We have to look out for eachother now..." Shifting in her seat, Rusty pulled up her bookbag, sifting through her supplied to find apsrin, a splint, and bandages..."Speaking of which...your hand got pretty fucked up..."
Gently grabbing Ikenna's wrist, she went to work on the mangled caramel-colored hand, silently hoping she'd hear the sound of the cardoor open as the seconds passed.