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[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Flash.

Bang.



Two things are wrong with this picture:

One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.

Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.

Three, those aren't even squid.



That was more than two things, wasn't it.

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[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"That's what...I was trying to tell you."

He paused and ran a hand through his hair.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Next time," Cain grumbles, "say it louder."

You're not on AIM. 'A'

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Only if you fucking listen to me!"

Abel stands his ground, arms folded.

"We're supposed to be teammates--partners! Y-yet you always dismiss what I say! I mean, fuckFuck."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Partners. Right. Didn't I teach you your place once already? Guess it didn't take."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Fuck you," Abel spits.

Derp, he's turning around and walking towards the ~*~other~*~ direction.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Don't be such a little bitch," Cain calls back to him without turning around or slowing.

Hey, what's that up ahead?

Is it a black leather trenchcoat?

It is!

He is ENCHANTED.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Pointedly ignores and keeps.

Walking.

God.

Damnit.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

LEATHER COAT LEATHER COAT LEATHER COAT

Does it fit him?

It does.

Does it complement his flightsuit most wonderfully, faded matte black over sleek inky gloss?

It does!

Cain is DELIGHTED.





Hmm. He seems to have lost his navigator.



Well...

Fine. He'll turn back and start looking for him. After all, Abel will probably come in handy soon.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

If by useful, he means 'Cain will fuck him until he passes out', no. Brb being stubborn.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

What lies beyond those flattened houses?

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

More flattened houses. Empty fields.

Eventually, a building that isn't lying on the ground in pieces, although it isn't a house either.

It's about at this point that Cain catches up.

"Miss me?" he asks cheerfully, falling into step at Abel's side. The coat flaps in the minimal breeze. (To anyone who isn't Cain, it looks a little ridiculous.)

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Not at all," he grates out.

Abel stops to examine the dilapidated building, hoping to at least find something of use there.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Old, grimy tire tracks down one branch of the long L-shaped main hall - somebody rode a motorcycle through here once, and the place hasn't been touched since.

Most doors are hanging from one hinge, if that. There's one that still fits neatly, vertically, into its frame; behind that is a room full of computers, all of them ancient even by this world's standards. There's no power, so now they're nothing more than dusty beige plastic relics.

All the other rooms have a few features in common. Desks, chairs, books, all in various states of destruction and disarray.