Ep 0.5 - Texas/Cleaver's Ship - "Drive" [Closed]
Mar 5, 2012 20:38:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 20:38:19 GMT -5
She stood strong against his native swears, which to her only sounded like some form of dubstep, and as he rolled over marched with a different feeling in her steps and motion. The intimidation had gone… somewhere. Somewhere else. And instead something akin to annoyance and high-school teen loathing replaced the look in her eyes. "Voi PMS peggio che il mio cugino." She muttered, digging into the satchel until she produced two particular tools and a patch sleeve cut down to size. Lucky for her, the small tear would be just the right size for Catherine. Unfortunately… at the back end of an oven.
But that, she noticed as her own temper began to take over, hardly mattered. This temper is when determination often over-shadowed her judgement (the little she had). It's what carved that new path when no other path was available… which could be both good and bad. In this case, she'd think about it later.
Shooting Barricade a quick return glare she shifted under him and his open chest cavity. The heat of it was like an open oven or the popped hood of a car's running engine on a hot summer day. It wouldn't be pleasant… "I'll do you one better." But her pride would hurt worse than her future burns if she didn't. She disappeared into the wave of heat, pushing her glasses up on her nose quickly before leaning in. The chamber seemed remarkably simple in the face of her imagination, but that was, she supposed, because it was only house the spark inside. First, find the tear. Taking a moment to get used to the heat, she followed the small streams of coolant leading up from the opening, inside around the cavity, and towards the back. Just on the other side. 'There. Now hold still, fucker.'
With practiced movements she switched on the larger tool, the thing coming alive with a high-pitched squeal before settling into a low hum. Mentally she prepped each step in her head, Cleaver's voice serving to soothe her nerves and focus her to her objective. Second, isolate the tear, stop the leak. If she switched her angle enough she could just see the line the coolant fluid was leaking from… right in the back of the over-heating chamber. She inhaled, ignored the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and reached inside. Tingling heat shot up her arms, but she pushed through until she could touch the heated line, her fingers instantly singed as if touching a hot plate. 'Isolate the tear.' She tapped her fingers along the line until she could feel and see the breach, and the trickle of coolant fluid leaking down it. 'It's just like operation… don't touch the sides. Or he might actually squish you just out of reaction.' She reached in with the tool, clamping.
'Seal it quick.'
Her eyes stung and watered, her face feeling as though she were sticking it in boiling water. Every instinct told her to jerk back and pull away, but it was times likes these her lack of self-preservation came in handy. 'Seal it quick, seal it quick, seal it quick.' She had to narrow her vision to the tear only as she reached in with the other tool, smaller and more compact. Her arms wouldn't both fit behind at the same time. She knew what was coming. 'Focus on the seal.' She could hear Cleaver say, drowning out the pain with the sizzle of soldering a line.
So focused on the line, she hadn't realized that her eyes had begun to over flow. The second the sparks stopped flying she pulled her arms from the chamber and turned with such an inhale her lungs burned. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, she didn't even look at her forearms. 'One more thing. Just the warp, and that's it.' She only focused on blinking the water from her eyes, and the patch sleeve. One, two, three deep breaths and she turned back into the chamber, already knowing where the fresh weld was, and began to warp the patch. It took far less time than the weld, but still tedious, especially when having to reach behind and beneath the spark chamber to get to it.
'One last weld. Don't make a sound. Not a damn sound.' She could feel the anger, the pain from him more than the heat. 'Or is that me?'
Done. The patch warped flush around the line, the leak stopped and repaired. Pain shot up her arms with a dry, cracking feeling as she withdrew… kept her cool… turned a few steps away from Barricade.. and all at once double over on her knees panting. Her arms were red up to her elbow on one arm and her bicep on the other, some places moist and slick in the darkness. The cool night air made her hands shake. She needed something, she needed anger, she needed to shout. 'He's not going to see me cry. Owowowow, sunnuva bitch.'
How long it took, she didn't know. Didn't care. Three minutes or fifteen, she did it. Confident she could speak without crying, she looked to to Barricade from the corner of her eye, almost a glare. "Fucking told you so."
But that, she noticed as her own temper began to take over, hardly mattered. This temper is when determination often over-shadowed her judgement (the little she had). It's what carved that new path when no other path was available… which could be both good and bad. In this case, she'd think about it later.
Shooting Barricade a quick return glare she shifted under him and his open chest cavity. The heat of it was like an open oven or the popped hood of a car's running engine on a hot summer day. It wouldn't be pleasant… "I'll do you one better." But her pride would hurt worse than her future burns if she didn't. She disappeared into the wave of heat, pushing her glasses up on her nose quickly before leaning in. The chamber seemed remarkably simple in the face of her imagination, but that was, she supposed, because it was only house the spark inside. First, find the tear. Taking a moment to get used to the heat, she followed the small streams of coolant leading up from the opening, inside around the cavity, and towards the back. Just on the other side. 'There. Now hold still, fucker.'
With practiced movements she switched on the larger tool, the thing coming alive with a high-pitched squeal before settling into a low hum. Mentally she prepped each step in her head, Cleaver's voice serving to soothe her nerves and focus her to her objective. Second, isolate the tear, stop the leak. If she switched her angle enough she could just see the line the coolant fluid was leaking from… right in the back of the over-heating chamber. She inhaled, ignored the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and reached inside. Tingling heat shot up her arms, but she pushed through until she could touch the heated line, her fingers instantly singed as if touching a hot plate. 'Isolate the tear.' She tapped her fingers along the line until she could feel and see the breach, and the trickle of coolant fluid leaking down it. 'It's just like operation… don't touch the sides. Or he might actually squish you just out of reaction.' She reached in with the tool, clamping.
'Seal it quick.'
Her eyes stung and watered, her face feeling as though she were sticking it in boiling water. Every instinct told her to jerk back and pull away, but it was times likes these her lack of self-preservation came in handy. 'Seal it quick, seal it quick, seal it quick.' She had to narrow her vision to the tear only as she reached in with the other tool, smaller and more compact. Her arms wouldn't both fit behind at the same time. She knew what was coming. 'Focus on the seal.' She could hear Cleaver say, drowning out the pain with the sizzle of soldering a line.
So focused on the line, she hadn't realized that her eyes had begun to over flow. The second the sparks stopped flying she pulled her arms from the chamber and turned with such an inhale her lungs burned. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, she didn't even look at her forearms. 'One more thing. Just the warp, and that's it.' She only focused on blinking the water from her eyes, and the patch sleeve. One, two, three deep breaths and she turned back into the chamber, already knowing where the fresh weld was, and began to warp the patch. It took far less time than the weld, but still tedious, especially when having to reach behind and beneath the spark chamber to get to it.
'One last weld. Don't make a sound. Not a damn sound.' She could feel the anger, the pain from him more than the heat. 'Or is that me?'
Done. The patch warped flush around the line, the leak stopped and repaired. Pain shot up her arms with a dry, cracking feeling as she withdrew… kept her cool… turned a few steps away from Barricade.. and all at once double over on her knees panting. Her arms were red up to her elbow on one arm and her bicep on the other, some places moist and slick in the darkness. The cool night air made her hands shake. She needed something, she needed anger, she needed to shout. 'He's not going to see me cry. Owowowow, sunnuva bitch.'
How long it took, she didn't know. Didn't care. Three minutes or fifteen, she did it. Confident she could speak without crying, she looked to to Barricade from the corner of her eye, almost a glare. "Fucking told you so."