Ep. 0.5 -- "Good Morning." -- [Closed]
Apr 11, 2012 23:02:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2012 23:02:58 GMT -5
(( Takes place immediately after "Drive" ))
She was burning.
A fire that started deep in her heart and shot through the darkness, blazing, but invisible when she looked and she knew she could see, but for some reason her eyes wouldn't open and 'Just blink!' A mass of black and white towered above her vision, claws stretching down towards nothingness and lights upon his shoulders shining almost unbearably bright but at the same time swallowed by the vacuum of this world. She could see his face, could see his optics, and a gapping furnace in his chest that seemed brighter than the lights on his shoulders but darker than the black at the same time.
She was terrified. She was burning, but she wanted to help, needed to help, and couldn't stop herself from reaching in…
Something roared. Her eyes shot open to the blindingly white lights of… 'Where am I?' She froze, her body taut as a rubber band and damp with a cool sweat. No head lights, no flames… For a moment she thought she was back on the ship, expecting to see Cleaver somewhere hovering over her at any moment, to hear the steady hums of her own computers, or Reflector playing movies near by. Moonshot, maybe, playing music just around the corner…
"Check Point!"
'…What the hell is that?' She felt as though she had as much control over her body as she would an overcooked noodle, rolling up to set her bare feet upon a cool cement floor from the gurney. The gurney. The night's (was it night?) events came rushing back to her in one dizzying blow that left a pit of nauseousness in her gut. Barricade, Cleaver, 'bridge, Mom-stare, bandages… And tea. She knew she had had a conversation with June at some point before sleeping, but what was said and when she went to sleep was all a blur of delightful painkiller buzz. 'Still in the 'Bot base.' Some point after, she must have insisted very strongly that she was fine to sleep on this here gurney. Or was too heavy to move.
Rubber suddenly, loudly, squealed on asphalt, followed by the buffet of helicopter blades low in the air and the roar of engines underscored with fast paced techno. 'What the.. fuck is going on.' Still groggy, one look around her area quickly told her there wasn't a drag race happening (that she was aware of) in the military underground. No Cleaver… no June. No glasses. With unsteady legs she rose from the gurney and padded her way across the floor (with a highly developed sense of sonar from those types of mornings), following the sound of screaming tires until she could see a very obvious shade of yellow. This wasn't her usual quiet, motionless vacuum of (much-wanted) sleep. But it also wasn't flame of fucking OW. She'd take it.
Quietly (save for a few tired grumbles and grunts) she squinted her way up the steps next to the giant yellow thing that hadn't registered yet. It was only when she reached the top of the steps that her eyes began to clarify her surroundings (at least the things farther away from her)… A kid.. and a giant yellow robot… though they didn't seem to register, the way she stood almost teetering at the top of the steps, hair all frizzed out, with an expression that looked as though she might be tempted to throw the small glowing box of noise off of the balcony. And burn it.
That same expression and the black cloud of not a morning person turned towards the two living beings, re-examining them. She blinked: Little boy.. child, glasses, sweater vest… okay. Yellow robot, large blue optics…wings. Okay.
The black cloud and dangerously dark eyes seemed to dissipate as suddenly as she'd come up the steps. Slipping into a half-lidded, still-waking-up expression, she swallowed, croaking a casual. "Hey."
She was burning.
A fire that started deep in her heart and shot through the darkness, blazing, but invisible when she looked and she knew she could see, but for some reason her eyes wouldn't open and 'Just blink!' A mass of black and white towered above her vision, claws stretching down towards nothingness and lights upon his shoulders shining almost unbearably bright but at the same time swallowed by the vacuum of this world. She could see his face, could see his optics, and a gapping furnace in his chest that seemed brighter than the lights on his shoulders but darker than the black at the same time.
She was terrified. She was burning, but she wanted to help, needed to help, and couldn't stop herself from reaching in…
Something roared. Her eyes shot open to the blindingly white lights of… 'Where am I?' She froze, her body taut as a rubber band and damp with a cool sweat. No head lights, no flames… For a moment she thought she was back on the ship, expecting to see Cleaver somewhere hovering over her at any moment, to hear the steady hums of her own computers, or Reflector playing movies near by. Moonshot, maybe, playing music just around the corner…
"Check Point!"
'…What the hell is that?' She felt as though she had as much control over her body as she would an overcooked noodle, rolling up to set her bare feet upon a cool cement floor from the gurney. The gurney. The night's (was it night?) events came rushing back to her in one dizzying blow that left a pit of nauseousness in her gut. Barricade, Cleaver, 'bridge, Mom-stare, bandages… And tea. She knew she had had a conversation with June at some point before sleeping, but what was said and when she went to sleep was all a blur of delightful painkiller buzz. 'Still in the 'Bot base.' Some point after, she must have insisted very strongly that she was fine to sleep on this here gurney. Or was too heavy to move.
Rubber suddenly, loudly, squealed on asphalt, followed by the buffet of helicopter blades low in the air and the roar of engines underscored with fast paced techno. 'What the.. fuck is going on.' Still groggy, one look around her area quickly told her there wasn't a drag race happening (that she was aware of) in the military underground. No Cleaver… no June. No glasses. With unsteady legs she rose from the gurney and padded her way across the floor (with a highly developed sense of sonar from those types of mornings), following the sound of screaming tires until she could see a very obvious shade of yellow. This wasn't her usual quiet, motionless vacuum of (much-wanted) sleep. But it also wasn't flame of fucking OW. She'd take it.
Quietly (save for a few tired grumbles and grunts) she squinted her way up the steps next to the giant yellow thing that hadn't registered yet. It was only when she reached the top of the steps that her eyes began to clarify her surroundings (at least the things farther away from her)… A kid.. and a giant yellow robot… though they didn't seem to register, the way she stood almost teetering at the top of the steps, hair all frizzed out, with an expression that looked as though she might be tempted to throw the small glowing box of noise off of the balcony. And burn it.
That same expression and the black cloud of not a morning person turned towards the two living beings, re-examining them. She blinked: Little boy.. child, glasses, sweater vest… okay. Yellow robot, large blue optics…wings. Okay.
The black cloud and dangerously dark eyes seemed to dissipate as suddenly as she'd come up the steps. Slipping into a half-lidded, still-waking-up expression, she swallowed, croaking a casual. "Hey."