Post by Jerome on Sept 4, 2012 12:04:48 GMT -5
It had reached morning. The sun peeked up over the horizon and leered between the towering buildings of the ruined city. Its light shone down on the streets, bringing another end to nightfall. Jerome averted his eyes from the bright rays. He preferred the cool embrace of night when shadows were more prevalent and it was easier to slink away from searching eyes. He crossed arms over his chest as he leaned his weight against the husk of a once luxurious Bentley. Its chassis was a mess of heavy rust and acid rain stains. Any subtle movement against its surface would send it creaking in complaint. It was a subtle reminder of the state of most of the city; derelict and old. Jerome sighed and turned his eyes from the vehicle.
He was being patient. He stood in this old street amongst the debris and trash waiting for his adoptive sister. They planned to meet here for a trip down memory lane. A much needed trip before he departed with Jeremy for unknown climes. He hadn’t come alone either. His pups were there, going about their own business as they all waited.
A steady scrape rebounded off the walls of the buildings around them as his son worked the edge of his knife along a whetstone. The boy sat cross legged on the ground, tediously and devotedly going about his chore. Strands of black hair fell over his eyes as he lifted the blade and inspected its edge with a careful gaze.
“Don’t know why you’re sharpening that.” Came the voice of Jerome’s daughter standing in the middle of the intersection looking around. “Every morning, scraping away with your blades.”
Jerome observed both of them with a watchful gaze. Seth barely gave his sister any recognition, only a subtle twitch of his eye. “I like to be prepared.” He said simply as he sheathed the sharpened blade in his hand. In an instant, he had another out and already resting on the whetstone.
“How about over prepared?” Monique countered as she started making her way back over.
“No such thing.” Quipped Seth quickly as he started moving the second blade over the whetstone.
Monique stopped, her mind seeming to be racing with thought as she looked at the air for a moment. “Ok, true, but the sound can draw in some outsiders.”
“You say that like you’d hate the idea.” The boy said dryly and he steadily went about his work.
Monique smirked. “True again.”
Jerome felt a slight amusement at that before his eyes lifted to the building in front of him. They shifted over the broken windows, the dark emptiness behind them and quiet atmosphere of the street entirely. Aside the consistent scrape of Seth’s whetstone, all was quiet. Then, he felt his daughter’s gaze on him.
“When’s Aunt O supposed to be here?”
“Soon. Haven isn’t the easiest place to get away from, especially as a woman in her position.” Replied Jerome. He knew how things worked over there now that it had grown. It operated more like a small town than a base most times. The angels had calmed down and most creatures in the city had been wiped out. For once in the lives of the humans there, some semblance of peace had fallen over the city.
He was being patient. He stood in this old street amongst the debris and trash waiting for his adoptive sister. They planned to meet here for a trip down memory lane. A much needed trip before he departed with Jeremy for unknown climes. He hadn’t come alone either. His pups were there, going about their own business as they all waited.
A steady scrape rebounded off the walls of the buildings around them as his son worked the edge of his knife along a whetstone. The boy sat cross legged on the ground, tediously and devotedly going about his chore. Strands of black hair fell over his eyes as he lifted the blade and inspected its edge with a careful gaze.
“Don’t know why you’re sharpening that.” Came the voice of Jerome’s daughter standing in the middle of the intersection looking around. “Every morning, scraping away with your blades.”
Jerome observed both of them with a watchful gaze. Seth barely gave his sister any recognition, only a subtle twitch of his eye. “I like to be prepared.” He said simply as he sheathed the sharpened blade in his hand. In an instant, he had another out and already resting on the whetstone.
“How about over prepared?” Monique countered as she started making her way back over.
“No such thing.” Quipped Seth quickly as he started moving the second blade over the whetstone.
Monique stopped, her mind seeming to be racing with thought as she looked at the air for a moment. “Ok, true, but the sound can draw in some outsiders.”
“You say that like you’d hate the idea.” The boy said dryly and he steadily went about his work.
Monique smirked. “True again.”
Jerome felt a slight amusement at that before his eyes lifted to the building in front of him. They shifted over the broken windows, the dark emptiness behind them and quiet atmosphere of the street entirely. Aside the consistent scrape of Seth’s whetstone, all was quiet. Then, he felt his daughter’s gaze on him.
“When’s Aunt O supposed to be here?”
“Soon. Haven isn’t the easiest place to get away from, especially as a woman in her position.” Replied Jerome. He knew how things worked over there now that it had grown. It operated more like a small town than a base most times. The angels had calmed down and most creatures in the city had been wiped out. For once in the lives of the humans there, some semblance of peace had fallen over the city.