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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:24 pm
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Everything? What was.. everything? Their cryptic answer wasn't helping the situation.
Talking to animals was fine. Everyone had their own quirks that he didn't hold against them. And left to this situation, he would've probably liked to choke those birds and interrogate them (which would have probably resulted in him calmly telling them that he would shove Alka-Seltzer down their throats and if they failed to provide clearer rather then vague information, they would explode) since they seemed to have a great deal more knowledge then either Raite or Scylla.
But this was not the place nor the time for conversation. Raite didn't sense a presence, but it was obvious that it was closer then before. He grabbed Scylla's arm, before she attempted to continue her conversation with the birds. It was a moot point, when they had flown out of ear shot. He pulled her along, dragging her with not impatience, but necessity to run. His pace was fast, a punishing, much faster pace then she ran normally and forced her to endure. "If you don't want to die, then run." He had made the choice for her the first time. But her final decision would be left up to her. And if Scylla wanted to continue her conversation and die, then all she had to do was shrug off his arm. His voice was controlled, but silent anger still showed through in his voice.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:45 pm
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Everything? What was "everything?" Jerky little cockroaches of the air, that's what those little things were. And now they were leaving with their cryptic little answers still stuck in their craw. But they were birds. She shouldn't even be listening to them anyway.
Raite reached out, grabbing her arm, and she almost jumped in surprise that the other had touched her. And then he was moving, with her behind him. It was an easy run, faster than she usually ran, and harsh on her tired body. But it wasn't anything that would kill her, compared to what may lay under the sands. She could hardly talk to creatures that were on their way out of the picture.
"Running. Great plan." She scanned the horizon, looking for something. Looking for anything. Bare feet sank into the sun-bleached sands, the heat painful. But she could manage heat. She wouldn't be able to handle a broken ankle if she tripped in her heels. How she wished for her sneakers. Jada was vain. Jada was in a desert. She would kill for those little white sneakers with their bright purple shoelaces and the bright purple checkmarks on the side, no matter that they would clash with her current uniform. "Where are we going to run, Raite? Just hope and pray?"
Her throat was dry. Her lungs were dry. Her hair and the back of her uniform were the only things remotely near damp, limp with sweat from the airless sky.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 6:51 pm
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The structure was odd. 'Why?' was his first question. The blazing heat of the desert obstructed their gaze, even when Seth tried to look closer. But like Scylla, he had to accept that it was something. They couldn't run forever. And they had nothing else, but the black structure at this point.
Otherwise, that thing would eventually find them. And by the way, that was a really bad scene from the movie Tremors. In that particular case, it had been a giant worm with teeth that was not anatomically correct that had been targeting the humans.
He raised an eyebrow as Scylla speeded up, dragging him behind her. His ears reverberated from the sound, adjusting his speed so that he caught up to Scylla on even par. Unlike the phrase, curiosity killed the cat, Seth wasn't idiotic enough to look back. If either of them slowed down for a second, they would lose their footing as the sand rapidly disappeared behind their footsteps. But he did find it in himself to respond to Scylla, confirming her thoughts. "That was a bad joke." Raite remarked.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:28 pm
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An obelisk? The white marble that it stood on gleamed, blending in with the sand in the desert. In Raite's opinion, Tte obelisk didn't seem very reliable, as they entrusted their lives to a pointed pole. But it would do. Quickly, both Scylla and Raite closed the distance between them and the black structure. It was certainly big, as it extended dozens upon dozens of feet above them.
As soon as they had reached it, Raite pulled Scylla behind the obelisk, away from the view of the thing that was chasing them. As his fingers grazed it, the burning heat scalded his hand, even through his fingers. A minor discomfort, considering the bigger picture. It provided meager shade and cover, as Raite kneeled behind it, putting a finger to his lips for silence. If anything, perhaps they would be lucky enough not to be tracked by the unknown assailant as their footsteps no longer moved on the sand.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:36 pm
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"It was a bad joke." she agreed, and almost laughed; instead she saved the energy and kept running for the obelisk that lay on the horizon. No talking, no glancing above or to the sides. Sand shifted beneath their feet, and Scylla watched the obelisk grow bigger and bigger in her vision as they sprinted for it.
Then they were there and Raite was dragging her around it, hiding in the shadow. On the swift way to the nethersde of the obelisk, her eyes tried to look for anything that could identify where they were- writing, pictures, anything. His hand grazed the marble, and Scylla pulled on her heels. Gloved hands gripped the white marble and she tried to gauge the height. Could she pull them up onto the marble? If she couldn't get up on it herself, she could always try having him push her onto it and then she pull him up. "How much do you weigh?" she made sure her mouth was close to his ear before she murmured it.
Purple eyes drifted back over the obelisk, looking for any identifying markings on the white marble. Was there truly nothing else around? Jada was shaking, from stress and strain and sheer exhaustion.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:54 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:36 pm
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He took her hand, and was pulled onto the narrow platform. The nature of depending on somebody else went against his nature. But it was the only choice. Thankfully, they were off the sand. A good deal above the sand actually.
Once he was up, on his side, his fingers began to feel for signs of something at the very least. Writing, hieroglyphics, instructions, or anything that resembled why or how they were here. He was a great deal more interested in what this obelisk had to offer, rather then what was chasing them. What did he remember about Obelisks? He hadn't studied much about them, since he did miss a good amount of classes, and when he did attend, he slept as well. And that he didn't major in history, architecture, or buildings where obelisks were most likely to show up in the textbook.
If he recalled correctly, obelisks were markers of time and space. People judged their time by the shadow of the obelisk. These structures were of Egyptian descent, but popular in places like Rome too. Did this obelisk mean the same thing?
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 3:30 am
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First glance showed her nothing, anywhere. As soon as Raite was up on the platform, she had lost a majority of her interest in him; it was narrow, but he was well-balanced enough that she felt confident (to a point) in her wandering. Nowhere near as confident as would be foolhardy. Scylla could be a timid creature in some circumstances, and keeping her life in a world gone mad was one of those times when, perhaps, she would be too timid for her own good.
Her fingers trailed over the black stone as though it were something precious, seeking dents or any impressions in the stone. Had the sand worn it away? There had been no wind since they came, yet the birds had flown the sky easily enough. Well, it had appeared that way, anyways. "Where do you think we are?" if she were a dog, her ears would be twitching, listening for the sound of whatever it was that had made the noise of insects that had started them running in the first place.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 4:05 am
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