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Originally Posted by timushi
ok so i dont know why i didnt write this in the other post but whatever 
as i stood as the foot of Bamber Lakes, watching the grey clouds roll across the red sky, i sat and tryed to remember what life was like before the blast. i had always lived in and around Forked River and Bamber Lakes, but this is my first trip back since the blast. i was six when it took place.
as the dismal water rolled over the sand i left what was left of the lake and went on my way trying to find town. just as i reached the road i set my eyes on this beautiful creature. so i took my camera out and brought my eye to the eyepiece, but when i looked through it was gone. slowly i took the camera away from my face and then there was a dagger at my throut
"who are you?" she said
"none of you'r damn business!" i said, my voice quivering, *i never could trust a woman with a knife*
"i said who are you?" she pressed the dagger harder against my throut
"ok i'll tell you...im an observer of natural beauty" i wasnt entirely lying
timushi  |
***How'd you know I'd be pissy like that? Good job timushi, I like it!***
I jerked my knife closer to his throat. Who was this guy? He seemed kind of familar in a way. I stared at him evily.
"Can you lighten up a bit?" he said. Was I any kind of threat to him at all? "Jeez, all I did was try and capture your magnificant beauty...Is that so bad?"
"Yes." I said sharp and coldly. I looked into his eyes. They held a sort of hope that I hadn't seen in someone's eyes in a very long time. In fact, it was eleven years since I saw that kind of hope. It was before I left home, in the eyes of one of my closest friends. "Do I KNOW you?" I said with a horrible attitude.
"Jee I hope so, and if you don't, I'd just LOVE to know you..." he said, a hint of humor in his voice. I drew back my dagger and backed several steps away. I knew him, I knew him very well.
"Raian...? The little six year old flirt from my childhood..." Yeah, I knew him. Smirking, I waited for him to realize who I was. After a moment, the confusion on his face disappeared and was replaced with a look of surprise and shock.
"MYZURA?" he said, in an Oh-my-god-you're-still-alive tone of voice.
"Yup...who else would hold a knife to your throat and then leave you living?" I said, sarcastically. In these days, not very many people who put knives to people's throats left them living; at least, not the people I associated with...but then again, the people I usually associated with are all dead, so maybe I wouldn't know. I helped my long-lost friend to his feet and put my knife away.
"So, Myzura, how are you? Where have you been? And what brings you back to the place I know you hate so much?" he asked, brushing himself off.
"Well, in order, I'm fine, couldn't be better; none of your god damn business, but if you have to know, I've been in Japan, China, Eygpt, France, and other various countries across this horrible excuse for a world; and because I am here of my own free will. I was coming back in hopes to find some clues on my next target, but apparently that is something I cannot do, as is Lacey isn't here anymore..." I answered as I looked around at the vast nothingness that was once called my home. We started walking along Lacey road again toward town; seeing nothing but dead trees and a cracked open road.
***What do you think of that?***