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shatterverse2008-09-09 12:53 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in shatterverse2008-09-09 12:53 pm
Entry tags:
Nebraska
[OOS: In which there is a road trip, monster fighting, and more than anyone asked for.]
In the middle of nowhere Nebraska, at a place hunters once knew well, there are fires turning the low horizon a blurring orange and red and above it the sky a fume of rolling black. There's no people to see it for miles and miles, states and states, and the two people who set the fires don't care about that part much.
They've got weapons if it attracts attention.
Jo stayed outside long enough to see the faces and bodies on the first pyre, the specific one she hadn't had to set up but she had set fire to herself, before abandoning all four lit pyres to go inside and bleach the bar top. She wasn't staying, she wouldn't and she couldn't, but she needed to be moving.
Jack remained to watch the fires burn, singing a sweet, compassionate ditty to honour fallen warriors - in his high, very womanly singing voice. The last few strains tailed off as the fires reached their peak and then there was just a pirate standing with his back to the bar, watching the smoke and standing guard simultaneously.
[Feel free to tag Jack & Jo, or Jack or Jo separately. Warnings for slows and very slows from me, as I'm working, but this is open and will slowtime until all good things come to fruition.]
In the middle of nowhere Nebraska, at a place hunters once knew well, there are fires turning the low horizon a blurring orange and red and above it the sky a fume of rolling black. There's no people to see it for miles and miles, states and states, and the two people who set the fires don't care about that part much.
They've got weapons if it attracts attention.
Jo stayed outside long enough to see the faces and bodies on the first pyre, the specific one she hadn't had to set up but she had set fire to herself, before abandoning all four lit pyres to go inside and bleach the bar top. She wasn't staying, she wouldn't and she couldn't, but she needed to be moving.
Jack remained to watch the fires burn, singing a sweet, compassionate ditty to honour fallen warriors - in his high, very womanly singing voice. The last few strains tailed off as the fires reached their peak and then there was just a pirate standing with his back to the bar, watching the smoke and standing guard simultaneously.
[Feel free to tag Jack & Jo, or Jack or Jo separately. Warnings for slows and very slows from me, as I'm working, but this is open and will slowtime until all good things come to fruition.]