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genessia2017-05-14 05:18 pm
alittlebitofhell) wrote in genessia2017-05-14 05:18 pm
Entry tags:
Action | Audio
Action | Outside the Bay | Midday
Broad shoulders and grim expression trained on the hologram as it begins to repeat itself for the third time cast a striking and imposing figure. With each successive repetition of Weiss' holographic address, Clay looks more angry, his eyes become harder and something like unease settles into his shoulders stiffening his stance as though he's prepared for some sort of attack that never comes. After the third replay of her recorded message, he turns his head to the stand of pamphlets, finally something beyond grim dissatisfaction gracing his features: confused concern. He takes them easily enough, shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans rather than reading them, except the one referring to Genessia City. That one he opens fully, to the map, visually associating his location with the indicated one on the folded paper.
He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out the key that had been in the box he'd been left and then looks up in the direction indicated on the map.
"Free room and board's never good." The statement is made to himself rather than anyone else who may be around, though the latent telepathy he's been graced with will alert him to anyone walking up (unless their minds can't be detected that way) and he'll turn to regard them. There's a pistol in a shoulder holder under his left arm, within ready reach if he needs it, and from the look of him, he knows how to use it.
Audio | Open
(A few hours after he arrives, Clay decides to go ahead and address this Network. Normally, he'd have taken the time to get the lay of the land himself, but Earth, his Earth, has a very set way of doing things, something to build on. This place? "Starting at Square One" didn't exactly capture it.)
I'll cut right to the chase. I get there's a bunch of us trapped here. I get there's no way back, at least apparently. I'll bite for now. So, show of hands: who's been here a while, or who's been here for a bit and got some info, they'd be willing to share with a newbie?
Also, the name's Young. Clayton Young. So, what are we dealing with here? Aliens? Covert government experiments? Give a guy a hand.
Broad shoulders and grim expression trained on the hologram as it begins to repeat itself for the third time cast a striking and imposing figure. With each successive repetition of Weiss' holographic address, Clay looks more angry, his eyes become harder and something like unease settles into his shoulders stiffening his stance as though he's prepared for some sort of attack that never comes. After the third replay of her recorded message, he turns his head to the stand of pamphlets, finally something beyond grim dissatisfaction gracing his features: confused concern. He takes them easily enough, shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans rather than reading them, except the one referring to Genessia City. That one he opens fully, to the map, visually associating his location with the indicated one on the folded paper.
He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out the key that had been in the box he'd been left and then looks up in the direction indicated on the map.
"Free room and board's never good." The statement is made to himself rather than anyone else who may be around, though the latent telepathy he's been graced with will alert him to anyone walking up (unless their minds can't be detected that way) and he'll turn to regard them. There's a pistol in a shoulder holder under his left arm, within ready reach if he needs it, and from the look of him, he knows how to use it.
Audio | Open
(A few hours after he arrives, Clay decides to go ahead and address this Network. Normally, he'd have taken the time to get the lay of the land himself, but Earth, his Earth, has a very set way of doing things, something to build on. This place? "Starting at Square One" didn't exactly capture it.)
I'll cut right to the chase. I get there's a bunch of us trapped here. I get there's no way back, at least apparently. I'll bite for now. So, show of hands: who's been here a while, or who's been here for a bit and got some info, they'd be willing to share with a newbie?
Also, the name's Young. Clayton Young. So, what are we dealing with here? Aliens? Covert government experiments? Give a guy a hand.
Action
She held her notes a little tighter to her chest for a moment before relaxing.
"That is probably true but it's still a place where people lived and a story worth telling." She glanced up at him. "Only if you want to. I won't pry but I want to learn about all the world and now I'm discovering that there is even more to it than that." If it wasn't for her father she'd want to go everywhere but she had to take care of him first.
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"I hope to see it. Not as you had but in my own way." One day. "I've already made it this far at least."
She turned towards Clay and smiled, her expression strong and unyielding. Belle wasn't the sort of person to let anything get her down.
Action
"Hey. Look around, Belle. We're not exactly in Kansas anymore. I think you've come pretty damned far."
Action
Belle tried to cover her smile with her fingers. He was right of course, though she hadn't really stop to think about it. She'd been so focused on getting home. She'd return to her father one day but maybe she should also take the time to see this world for what it was.
She may never have that chance again.
Action
"Some of the most exciting trips happen because somebody else made you go." He motions toward the shop. "Like you'd never come here without me."
Action
She didn't know what she was expecting when she stepped inside but this wasn't it. Once through the door she waited for Clay and let him take the lead, her eyes staring at each machine as if she'd never seen one before.
Action
He holds out a hand toward the notes she's carrying. "Let's get this over with."
Action
"I should probably save up for a computer if I'm going to keep writing these notes." She knew what it was after spending some time at the library but she hadn't ever used one before.
Action
"How long have you been here again?" Someone clearly from at least the 1800's knowing what a computer is? Weird, man. Really weird.
He goes about paying for a copy card and making those copies, though, thankful for her handwriting, which makes it legible after it's been duplicated.
Action
"All done?" She asked as he was handed the last copy. She gathered up her notes and held them once more close to her chest.
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"You're a quick study, kid." There was no tone of malice in his voice when he addressed her so. He liked her. She had spunk.
Action
"It’s Belle." She replied in a warm but firm tone.
A hint of a smile teased her lips as she stepped towards the door, pausing to hold it open for him. "And thank you."
Action
He stepped through the threshhold, then looked back to her. "Isn't this backwards?"
Action
"And what would you prefer I call you?"
Action
"Clay. Clay works."
Action
"And if I learn more I'll let you know. I plan to keep taking notes." She never wants to stop learning about the world around her.
Action
"I'll be keeping my own, too. We should compare notes sometime."
Action
"I'll look forward to it."