She grinned. "I'm sure." Eventually the tube ended, leading to a large room with a couple of glass displays. One large one that took up the entire wall and one cylindrical one in the enter that reached from the floor to the ceiling. They were all green. *** He nodded. "I like to travel. All I bring is bag and some food. It's usually fine." *** He laughed slightly. "Right."
"Why are they all green?" he mused, stepping forward and placing his fingers on the glass. "In the forest, I mean... there was pollution, of course, but nothing like this." * * * "Do you bring a weapon?" she asked slowly, raising one eyebrow. * * * She glowered at him and opened her mouth to say something before Emerson stood up and left, carrying his notebooks with him and slamming the door behind him.
"I'm not sure. Maybe it's just.. decay?" *** "I have my knife," he said with a shrug. "That's all." *** He looked over, his head tilted. "What's up with him?"
He frowned, the glow illuminating his puzzled face. "That's sad." * * * "You need a gun," she said slowly. * * * "General *squee!*ry," she muttered, already moving onto the next mattress.
She went beside him, looking in. "I wonder what it used to look like." *** He frowned, folding his arms. "I don't need nor want one. No one in the clan gas a gun except for you guys." *** He frowned. "Rory made him sound nicer."
"Probably fish like," he said with a shrug. "If I had to guess." * * * "I didn't like them at first," she said, looking down at her. "But... I mean... they help." * * * "He's not a bad guy," she allowed, lying back on the bed with a huff. "We just have... history."
She laughed, going over the opposite wall, inspecting a metal door. She opened it, revealing a janitors closet, much to her disappointment. "You don't say, huh?" *** "I don't want one. Besides, we still don't own any." *** He looked over with interest. "You do?"
He watched her, leaning against the wall thoughtfully. "Just a guess," he said wisely. "Vaguely fishlike." * * * "You could use mine," she suggested. "I don't like the idea of you going out with just a knife." * * * "Hmph. Some," she said flatly, looking up at the ceiling.
She looked over at him with a grin, opening her mouth to speak before a loud growl sounded from the darkness of the hallway. It didn't sound like a dog, rather much deeper. Something was there, slowly creeping toward them. *** He shook his head. "I don't want it." *** He folded his legs, tilting his head. "Did something bad happen?"
Ellis straightened immediately, moving towards Blaise slowly, pulling out the gun. "Blaise...?" * * * She sighed, looking over at him. "Fine." * * * She looked over at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I mean... we were together for a couple of years," she said, sounding puzzled. "So, I mean... I guess?"
She went to him, obviously frightened. "Oh my god." It came closer, its eyes trained on them. "I don't think we can outrun it." *** He nodded, relaxing slightly. "Good. Thanks." *** He seemed curious. "Really? You and him?"
He put his free hand on her side, gently pushing her behind him. "No. We can't. Just stay still," he said quietly. "Just for a moment." There was a pause before he spoke. "Can you swim?" * * * "But you should have someone from our clan come with you, then. For protection." * * * She laughed slightly, turning her head to look at him. "Yeah. Can you believe it? For a long time."
She looked startled, panicking. "What? No, no, no. I was never taught." *** He raised an eyebrow. "I've done it before. I'll be fine." *** "Hardly. I'm surprised."
"Okay," he soothed gently, not taking his eyes off the lion. "Okay. Don't panic, okay? Just stay still. Think of cats, right? Think of cats playing with mice. They just want to play. We can do this." He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Okay. I need you to get into the closet, okay? Move very slowly. I'll follow." * * * She huffed, clearly not convinced. "Fine." * * * "Yeah, well..." She sighed, sitting up. "We were younger."
The lion crouched, ready to pounce. Blaise moved slowly, slipping back into it. *** "Trust me," he told her. "I've done it before." *** He nodded slowly. "Mm. Right."
There was a pause before he moved quickly, following her in and shutting the door. * * * "If you say so. When are you leaving?" * * * "What about you? Any old loves?" she teased.
Hardly a second later, a loud thud could be heard against the door as the lion made an attempt to reach them before, failing. Inside the closet it was rather small and dark, not giving them much space. *** "Not for awhile. I'd need to pack for a couple of days." *** He frowned. "No, not really. Rory is my only close friend and we wouldn't do that."
His hands were trembling and he looked up at the ceiling, exhaling a sigh of relief before looking back down at her. "You okay?" * * * "Hm. Alright. Will you tell me before you go?" * * * "You two seem close though," she commented, rolling her neck. "It's very sweet, even if it's purely platonic."
She looked terrified, watching the door. "I-I'm fine." *** He nodded, entering the main room. "Sure. If you want me to. Why?" *** He shrugged slightly. "We sort of grew up together."
He frowned, using his hand to gently tip her head back, studying her in concern. "Hey... you're okay. It'll leave soon. You're okay." * * * "Because I'd like a rough timeframe before I have to come to save your ass." * * * "Really?" she asked with interest. "How long have you been in the clan?"
