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Post by Brooklyn on Dec 30, 2014 19:17:48 GMT -6
The bottom of her foot felt like it was on fire, apparently the cut on the bottom of her foot was a little deeper. But no pain no gain and she was getting sick of the hotel room. The open outdoors was exactly what she needed, the air was dry, and the wind was minimal. Very little green outside, it was mostly dust... dust that crept into everything.
She started the jog around the hotel, taking a few laps before she decided to run to a small beat down gas station... and up from there was an old 'fruit' stand that was on it's last leg as she jogged past that. Maybe it was an hour? Could have been more, Brooklyn wasn't keeping track, she was letting her mind do it's thing.
Wrapping the last few months into one coherent thought she could wrap her hand around... It didn't work out that way exactly, it was still jumbled. The whole story was kept from her, weather it was for her own safety or to keep her compliant... She wasn't sure.
Pushing through the burning she headed back to the motel, V would probably be awake by now, maybe he'd even be ready for her to go home... Maybe.
Walking from the gas station back to the motel counted as the 'cool down'. Walking straight into the room to see...
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Post by V on Dec 31, 2014 18:24:34 GMT -6
He was sat there, idly looking at her, that mask was firmly back in place even as she walked in.
"Find the answers you were looking for?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 2, 2015 10:14:25 GMT -6
"I found a gas station and a rotten fruit stand V. Not like I took some drugs and wondered into the desert for enlightenment." She tightened her pony tail as she walked past him to her bed.
Taking a seat on the corner as the mask turned to her.
"You're wearing that inside now too?"
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Post by V on Jan 2, 2015 12:49:59 GMT -6
A touch to the mask, even as it came off, and he looks at it.
"I Haven't decided yet, the question still remains, I don't judge."
Another pause.
"We should be able to go back, if you like."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 2, 2015 14:47:09 GMT -6
The thought of going back hadn't crossed her mind in a few days. She just sort of laid around watching old episodes of whatever was on the television... hence the jogging today.
"Shower first, than we can head back.. " She stood up, grabbing the prestacked clothes she laid out. Heading towards the bathroom she stopped at the door and looked back at him.
"I think you should only wear it outside..." But before she could hear his reply she dipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
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Post by V on Jan 2, 2015 19:35:44 GMT -6
It was good to hear an opinion, It gave me hope in a way, a til t of my head even as she was heading for the shower and my gaze lingered at the door and I Decided to pick at the steel some as I spoke.
"You still want to learn?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 3, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -6
The door cracked open a peep only her head sticking out. Her hair was down and fell behind her head as she leaned out the door.
"I do. Do you still want to teach me?"
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Post by V on Jan 3, 2015 15:31:54 GMT -6
"Maybe once you are 100% , as it were My lessons can be rough"
It seems he -was- willing to teach her.
"though you a=really wish to learn..We will have to travel.. far"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 5, 2015 10:21:20 GMT -6
"I can handle it."
Of course she was talking about the lesson, of course.
"The travel may be hard. My passport is at the house you turned into a mine field."
She dipped back into the bathroom to slip the clean clothes on. The showers were getting shorter and shorter here. The water had a unsettling taste. And Brooklyn was growing sick of it.
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Post by V on Jan 5, 2015 17:40:40 GMT -6
"It's not a mine field anymore..And no documents were harmed"
He chuckles.
"We'll find it."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 5, 2015 17:59:16 GMT -6
"Sounds like you get a detour before you take me home."
Home- that was a loose word to say the least.
She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a few dirty pieces of clothing, packing up what little she did have out and about.
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Post by V on Jan 6, 2015 16:07:48 GMT -6
He smirks.
"Life is a Detour"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 8, 2015 13:20:43 GMT -6
"Guess you could say that, especially when you're not exactly... known." She zipped up the suitcase, looking over at him as she grabbed the handle.
"Ready?" No she wasn't going to miss this place.
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Post by V on Jan 8, 2015 16:49:23 GMT -6
HE takes a look around the room even as he's picking up the suitcase, and breathes one final breath before looking back to Brooklyn.
"I am ready"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 9, 2015 20:16:28 GMT -6
She didn't say anything, just nodded before following him out to the car. She put the suitcase in the truck, letting him close it as she walked to the passenger side of the car. Opening the door she heard the sound of something tapping on the gravel drive. She turned around just in time to see a small black and white blur than nothing.
"What the..."
She turned back to the car see it sitting in her seat, staring up at her, a slight growl escaping it's curled lip.
"Hmmm..." It quickly turned it's attention to V, who opened his door. A bark as the dog tried to act like a great dane, despite the fact it was just a small Jack Russell Terrier. It barked a second time followed by another series of growls.
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