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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 17, 2012 14:27:29 GMT -4
Kurt looked around thoughtfully, recognizing no landmarks along the road or the buildings beyond. Two things seemed likely --
He couldn't imagine why the two of them would be wherever "here" was alone... He could think of worse companions if that were the case, certainly - and he had to marvel that Ororo even made "disheveled train wreck" look good. But it didn't make any sense...
...and he thought that it was much more probable to find someone else in the city than it was by trying to avoid it.
"Let's go find the others", he suggested with more enthusiasm than he felt.
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Post by Storm on Apr 22, 2012 9:15:58 GMT -4
It was the most logical course of action, yet Ororo wished there was another. The idea of wandering further into the remains of the nearby concrete jungle disturbed her; she already felt more out of sorts than the situation should garner due to the lack of life surrounding her, and the urge to turn the other way was almost too great to withstand. She wanted to feel the grass beneath her feet, smell the sweet fragrance of a flower or feel her face shaded from the sun by a towering tree. Instead she steeled herself and held her head high, standing her full height.
“I suppose it is naive to feel we may be the only ones,” she spoke for lack of anything better to add. Others. She knew of others, could almost see their faces in her mind’s eye, but they were nothing but fuzzy outlines, soundless voices and unknown names.
Without any argument, despite her inner reluctance, she set out toward the nearby buildings.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 22, 2012 20:10:23 GMT -4
It was easier to talk about the now than it was what had happened to them both, and that seemed strange and wrong to Kurt but he wasn't about to fight it.
The same question applied either way, and he directed it at their surroundings instead of their predicament.
"What happened here?", he asked the tops of the buildings they made their way toward. They were like ancient, lifeless monoliths - a skeleton of something that had once been but was no more.
They did not answer.
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Post by Storm on Apr 28, 2012 10:47:31 GMT -4
Despite their damaged, crumbling facades, the buildings seemed to block out the sun, or at least obstruct its warmth. Due to the nature of her powers, Ororo was not one to be effected by heat or cold, but she felt a chill as they walked, her arms unconsciously raising to wrap around herself.
“I am not sure I wish to know,” she admitted quietly, keeping her eyes low, searching the shadows for any sign of life. She didn’t dwell on the buildings, the destruction. “Whatever it was, it could not have been good.”
An obvious statement, and obvious understatement.
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