04-24-2014, 08:42 AM
The woman seemed to cloak herself in solitude. That always made him a little sad, though he was sure she had her reasons. He revised his assessment. They did not seem like they were together. She seemed to take his comment and think for a moment- or perhaps the moment stretched in his mind as the atmosphere of the place continued to seep into him.
It was strange but the last few days had been such a life changing affair that certain events of the other night- the fight with that creature- had been overshadowed. But now…now that he was thinking about it, now that he let the quiet and the echoes, the darkness and the shadows really sink in, those events became real. There were truly monsters- creatures, things that could turn from mist to a man and back again- that preyed on people. The stories and movies and tv shows from childhood had been safe fun diversions. But reality was a bath of cold water. One could almost sense darkness in the air. Above ground, the buildings had been bleak and hopeless- it was why he decided to take this train ride to some other location in his explorations of the city. But if that was above ground, bathed in the weak light of the sun, this was worse. Or maybe I’m just jumping at shadows, he said to himself trying to laughing it off.
His momentary reverie was broken by the woman’s comment. “You get used to it.
” He felt foolish for having allowed this place to get to him. It’s not this place, idiot. It’s the other night.
He was about to say something when he heard the clink of glass on metal in the distance. He had already been looking in the direction from where it seemed to have come, one of the black tunnel mouths. Clink! And then sound of pebbles being kicked. He stared off into that blackness, hand slowly going into his jacket pocket where he kept his knife. He hadn’t completely forgotten about that night. He could feel the other two people at his side, see them peripherally, and they didn’t seem disturbed. Get ahold of yourself! Three people and maybe he was the only one that was armed. He thought about Aria and wished he had a sword. As long as I’m wishing, I wish I had Jensen or Giovanni here too, he thought irritatedly.
Outwardly, other than simply putting his hand in his pocket, he hadn’t moved- just continued to stare into the darkness. But inside, he wondered if he’d be able to stop whatever it was that was coming, to at least protect the others. Maybe the woman or man has a sword on them somewhere. He laughed at that thought. Yeah, because it makes perfect sense that you’d run into another Atharim in another random encounter.
Suddenly, a shabby mangy dog burst forth from the tunnel and darted across into another tunnel.
Connor started quietly laughing deep in his chest, chuckling to himself. Good lord, what is wrong with me? He just laughed- partly in embarrassment, though he hoped the others had not picked up on any of what he had been feeling- and partly in relief. The dog simply startled him and perhaps it had startled them too.
He continued laughing to himself as he finally responded to her comment- it had really only been a matter of seconds- of “You get used to it.”
“I’m sure that’s true.
” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was referring to- the subways or a world with monsters. Such an idiot, he thought and laughed again inside. He looked at the man, removing his hand from his pocket. He still had a slight grin on his face. “What about you man? You gotten used to Moscow yet?
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Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 24 2014, 03:19 PM.
It was strange but the last few days had been such a life changing affair that certain events of the other night- the fight with that creature- had been overshadowed. But now…now that he was thinking about it, now that he let the quiet and the echoes, the darkness and the shadows really sink in, those events became real. There were truly monsters- creatures, things that could turn from mist to a man and back again- that preyed on people. The stories and movies and tv shows from childhood had been safe fun diversions. But reality was a bath of cold water. One could almost sense darkness in the air. Above ground, the buildings had been bleak and hopeless- it was why he decided to take this train ride to some other location in his explorations of the city. But if that was above ground, bathed in the weak light of the sun, this was worse. Or maybe I’m just jumping at shadows, he said to himself trying to laughing it off.
His momentary reverie was broken by the woman’s comment. “You get used to it.
” He felt foolish for having allowed this place to get to him. It’s not this place, idiot. It’s the other night.
He was about to say something when he heard the clink of glass on metal in the distance. He had already been looking in the direction from where it seemed to have come, one of the black tunnel mouths. Clink! And then sound of pebbles being kicked. He stared off into that blackness, hand slowly going into his jacket pocket where he kept his knife. He hadn’t completely forgotten about that night. He could feel the other two people at his side, see them peripherally, and they didn’t seem disturbed. Get ahold of yourself! Three people and maybe he was the only one that was armed. He thought about Aria and wished he had a sword. As long as I’m wishing, I wish I had Jensen or Giovanni here too, he thought irritatedly.
Outwardly, other than simply putting his hand in his pocket, he hadn’t moved- just continued to stare into the darkness. But inside, he wondered if he’d be able to stop whatever it was that was coming, to at least protect the others. Maybe the woman or man has a sword on them somewhere. He laughed at that thought. Yeah, because it makes perfect sense that you’d run into another Atharim in another random encounter.
Suddenly, a shabby mangy dog burst forth from the tunnel and darted across into another tunnel.
Connor started quietly laughing deep in his chest, chuckling to himself. Good lord, what is wrong with me? He just laughed- partly in embarrassment, though he hoped the others had not picked up on any of what he had been feeling- and partly in relief. The dog simply startled him and perhaps it had startled them too.
He continued laughing to himself as he finally responded to her comment- it had really only been a matter of seconds- of “You get used to it.”
“I’m sure that’s true.
” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was referring to- the subways or a world with monsters. Such an idiot, he thought and laughed again inside. He looked at the man, removing his hand from his pocket. He still had a slight grin on his face. “What about you man? You gotten used to Moscow yet?
”
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 24 2014, 03:19 PM.