(_(_(_(_(_(Race's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
We rocketed down the road at breakneck speed, almost crashing into the airport as we arrived. Dutchy and Blink were doing a good job of dodging the odd glanced we received, making our way to the terminal, they were, at the moment, dressed quite oddly. Blink was clad in the baggiest pair of jeans ever known to humanity, and a black wife beater, while Dutchy wore a pair of slightly less baggy jeans that looked as if they'd been through a few wars, and a black "The Clash" t-shirt over a red dress shirt. We were three heinously pale individuals paired with three nervous looking boys. So I suppose they were deserved. That and the fact that Charlie had changed in the van and now looked, well, I'm not sure gothic is the word. But she was wearing black Dickies, a red tank top under a black mesh t-shirt, big black arm warmers that seemed to hide her hands. (It's summer and I asked their purpose, she murmured something about touching someone and "seeing inside their soul" whatever that means.) She was also wearing a pair of red converse.
"What's our terminal again?" she questioned in that same humble, whispery tone she always had.
"A7," Dutchy replied, draping an arm about her shoulders.
"Here it is," I pointed at the small red sign, and we went to sit down and dodge some more odd glances.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Is the Adams' family going mobile?" came a snide remark from behind us. I looked down our little line of six, wondering if anyone had heard. Charlie had, obviously. She was listening to me and shot me a look that apparently meant "no violence."
I contented myself with flipping the jackass off.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
How could I not hear it? He spoke quite loud enough. I saw Charlotte flinch between Dutchy and Blink. The former placed one vein-threaded hand on top of her own and gently pressed. This seemed to slightly comfort her.
"First class passengers of flight 318, please begin boarding," We stood and headed towards the door. After seating ourselves, Dutchy, of course, got his book; Blink watched the movie very intently; Charlotte fell asleep, leaning against Dutchy; Race, the poor guy, was thoroughly involved in his CD player, Pie Eater was watching a movie with Blink; and I was (Drum roll please.) doing crossword puzzles!
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
So, here we are in Colorado. We got some more odd looks and rude comments walking through the airport. But we walked on. We rented a jeep and headed out to a remote area of rocky, hilly terrain. Dutchy brought out his book and we headed out to find a hole in the ground that would save my brother's life.
Please let this work.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Ah! This is it!" Blink yelled triumphantly, standing over a hole not much bigger than my waist. Dutchy had immediately dropped his book on the rocky ground and started reading.
"According to calculations, he's right," Well, at least our tour guides are efficient. Pie Eater, Race, Dutchy, Blink and I un-shouldered our bags. We had decided not to make Charlie carry one.
"Okay, we're going to send one person down first, then Charlie, and then order is unimportant," Blink stated, connecting himself to the harness.
"I'm going first."
(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Okay, now, lower me down, really slow," Blink was harnessed and hooked to two ropes about the width of my middle finger. This didn't; however, seem to have much affect on him. He twirled and swung back and forth.
"Give him the light sticks," Race said, handing the three small cylindrical items to me. I, in turn, cracked them and gave them to Blink. He tossed them, illuminating about three feet of the cavern and then falling God knows how far to the bottom. Suddenly, there was a soft, barely audible, click as they hit the ground. Lighting a space that would be of no use to anyone until they actually reached that point.
"Well. At least we know it's got a bottom," Blink was clearly becoming the most optimistic about this expedition. He slid into the hole, and his whole perspective did a one eighty.
"Guys.don't kill me," he whimpered. Charlie was doing her best to steady the rope; she looked up at him and smiled. When that kid smiles, she is absolutely beautiful.
"We wont kill ya.intentionally," Blink swallowed and we began lowering him down. And down. And down.
"What's that?" I questioned, hearing an odd metallic humming.
"Oh God! His ropes!" Blink apparently couldn't hear us otherwise he would've said something. It wasn't until a few seconds later that we heard him scream. There was a sick thud and then nothing. No sound at all.
"I'm going in," Charlie said, I love her bravado. It's great. She slid that skinny frame into the hole and gave us the thumbs up to go. After a few moments, we all heard a frantic "Stop!" in our heads. The brothers looked around like paranoid people.oh wait.they are paranoid people.
"Yeah Charlie," I responded after we had stilled the movement.
"I um, I found Blink," she said quietly, I stuck my head down into the hole and that got me yelled at.
"Hey! You're blocking my light!" she yelled into my head. Yeah. That's going to leave a mark.
"Anyhow, he's hanging onto one rope and he's unconscious. He's got a nasty gash," She's great if you want bad news.
"If we lower him down, can you steady him enough?" Pie Eater questioned, going for the logical perspective.
"Yeah, probably," Well. We don't really have a choice.
"Let's do that then," We started all the ropes moving again. If seemed like forever when Charlie finally said she could see the ground.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
The second my feet hit the bottom, there was a brilliant flash of light. Like the cave its self had come into being. I could see. It was amazing. The walls were shiny and off white, stalagmites and stalactites were everywhere, sometimes even connecting.
It really was a miraculous sight to behold. We didn't have any more fiascos, thanks to me. I sat by, gently nursing our unconscious damsel back to health. At one point, shortly after the last man (Dutchy) landed, he opened an eye (he's only got one.) and looked up at me.
"Ma?" he whispers. Does his Ma wear black eyeliner and have multiple ear piercings? I'd like to meet his Ma.
"Nah, it's me sweetie. No, don't try and sit up," Brilliant. The boy's given himself a concussion.
"He WHAT?" Oh, perhaps I shouldn't have told Dutch that.
"We can't continue with him can we," Specs said shaking his head.
"He'll need to walk with someone," c'mon someone has to volunteer.
"I'd do it," Pie Eater stepped forward, gently pulling the boy into a standing position.
"Where exactly do we go from here?" He questioned, tossing Blinks arm around his shoulder.
"Well, there's a hallway between two huge stalagmite formations." Dutchy trailed as we all began looking for the spot.
"Like that one?" Race pointed across the way. Sure enough, that was the place.
"Yeah, like that one," We headed over the hallway, talking in whispers for some reason unknown to me. I suppose we felt the need to be quiet, lest we cause a major rockslide or something nifty like that.
(_(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's slightly hinged POV)_)_)_)_)_)
He's dragging me along with the utmost care, not that I mind. It's rather sweet actually. I tried to hobble on as fast as was possible without stumbling. It may take me a while to figure that one out though.
"Race! Stop," Specs let out an enraged whisper and looked back at his little brother, who was looking particularly innocent. I need to find out how to do that look.
"What? I didn't do anything," I cant choose sides, I didn't see what happened.
"Yes you did. You hit me in the head," We had stopped walking by now, and to ease my carrier's burden, I spent the time leaning against a wall. We were walking behind the pack, as not to cause any accidents.
"N-" Race's words were cut off by the deafening roar of hundreds of rocks, falling from the ceiling of the cave, cutting us off from them.
"Oh God, Race! Specs! Can you guys hear me?" Pie Eater began pounding on the "wall" separating us from our party. Nothing.
"They cant hear you," I whispered.
"What.what if they're hurt?" We slumped into sitting positions.
"Charlie wouldn't let it happen. Ugh, there's no way we can move these rocks without injuring either side," I only speak the truth.
"Great. So we're stuck in here," Don't sound so enthused.
"We could go back out into the main chamber, if you're claustrophobic,"
"I'm not," Ah. Well. That clears things up.
"So, talk about yourself," We'd kill each other if we didn't get a conversation going soon. So, he begins telling me his life story, which is, yeah, pretty dull. But I love his voice. He has eyes like a cat, or something, they glow. It is kinda dark in here, we have a little light from the main chamber, but that's it. Spot would die laughing if he could hear what I'm thinking.
But, Jesus, what's happening. It's like I've jumped out of my body and now I'm watching with no control. I crawl over to him and he cocks his head in that cute puppy dog fashion. NO! I'm screaming inwardly at myself but there's nothing more I can do. We simultaneously begin to lean in and there's an amazing electricity in the small space because our lips touch and it's like firecrackers. And for those five seconds I'm complete. All else is nothing. And even if it was something, I really wouldn't care all that much, because for five seconds its me and him against the world, as one being. Invincible. But like I said, it was only five seconds. And then he pushed me back.
Quotes: (You get two!) - "I have seen the top of the mountain. And it is good." Beavis
"This is a chicken farm." "And we're the chickens," Ginger & Babs- Chicken Run
Buahahahah! Cliff hanger! Betcha wanna know what's goin on wif Blink and Pie.well guess what, I'M NOT TELLING!
"All else is nothing," is a line from "They're not gonna get us" But Tatu. Sure they're Russian lesbians, but they make good music if you can look past it.
And as always, read and review like I know you WANNA!
We rocketed down the road at breakneck speed, almost crashing into the airport as we arrived. Dutchy and Blink were doing a good job of dodging the odd glanced we received, making our way to the terminal, they were, at the moment, dressed quite oddly. Blink was clad in the baggiest pair of jeans ever known to humanity, and a black wife beater, while Dutchy wore a pair of slightly less baggy jeans that looked as if they'd been through a few wars, and a black "The Clash" t-shirt over a red dress shirt. We were three heinously pale individuals paired with three nervous looking boys. So I suppose they were deserved. That and the fact that Charlie had changed in the van and now looked, well, I'm not sure gothic is the word. But she was wearing black Dickies, a red tank top under a black mesh t-shirt, big black arm warmers that seemed to hide her hands. (It's summer and I asked their purpose, she murmured something about touching someone and "seeing inside their soul" whatever that means.) She was also wearing a pair of red converse.
"What's our terminal again?" she questioned in that same humble, whispery tone she always had.
"A7," Dutchy replied, draping an arm about her shoulders.
"Here it is," I pointed at the small red sign, and we went to sit down and dodge some more odd glances.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Is the Adams' family going mobile?" came a snide remark from behind us. I looked down our little line of six, wondering if anyone had heard. Charlie had, obviously. She was listening to me and shot me a look that apparently meant "no violence."
I contented myself with flipping the jackass off.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
How could I not hear it? He spoke quite loud enough. I saw Charlotte flinch between Dutchy and Blink. The former placed one vein-threaded hand on top of her own and gently pressed. This seemed to slightly comfort her.
"First class passengers of flight 318, please begin boarding," We stood and headed towards the door. After seating ourselves, Dutchy, of course, got his book; Blink watched the movie very intently; Charlotte fell asleep, leaning against Dutchy; Race, the poor guy, was thoroughly involved in his CD player, Pie Eater was watching a movie with Blink; and I was (Drum roll please.) doing crossword puzzles!
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
So, here we are in Colorado. We got some more odd looks and rude comments walking through the airport. But we walked on. We rented a jeep and headed out to a remote area of rocky, hilly terrain. Dutchy brought out his book and we headed out to find a hole in the ground that would save my brother's life.
Please let this work.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Ah! This is it!" Blink yelled triumphantly, standing over a hole not much bigger than my waist. Dutchy had immediately dropped his book on the rocky ground and started reading.
"According to calculations, he's right," Well, at least our tour guides are efficient. Pie Eater, Race, Dutchy, Blink and I un-shouldered our bags. We had decided not to make Charlie carry one.
"Okay, we're going to send one person down first, then Charlie, and then order is unimportant," Blink stated, connecting himself to the harness.
"I'm going first."
(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Okay, now, lower me down, really slow," Blink was harnessed and hooked to two ropes about the width of my middle finger. This didn't; however, seem to have much affect on him. He twirled and swung back and forth.
"Give him the light sticks," Race said, handing the three small cylindrical items to me. I, in turn, cracked them and gave them to Blink. He tossed them, illuminating about three feet of the cavern and then falling God knows how far to the bottom. Suddenly, there was a soft, barely audible, click as they hit the ground. Lighting a space that would be of no use to anyone until they actually reached that point.
"Well. At least we know it's got a bottom," Blink was clearly becoming the most optimistic about this expedition. He slid into the hole, and his whole perspective did a one eighty.
"Guys.don't kill me," he whimpered. Charlie was doing her best to steady the rope; she looked up at him and smiled. When that kid smiles, she is absolutely beautiful.
"We wont kill ya.intentionally," Blink swallowed and we began lowering him down. And down. And down.
"What's that?" I questioned, hearing an odd metallic humming.
"Oh God! His ropes!" Blink apparently couldn't hear us otherwise he would've said something. It wasn't until a few seconds later that we heard him scream. There was a sick thud and then nothing. No sound at all.
"I'm going in," Charlie said, I love her bravado. It's great. She slid that skinny frame into the hole and gave us the thumbs up to go. After a few moments, we all heard a frantic "Stop!" in our heads. The brothers looked around like paranoid people.oh wait.they are paranoid people.
"Yeah Charlie," I responded after we had stilled the movement.
"I um, I found Blink," she said quietly, I stuck my head down into the hole and that got me yelled at.
"Hey! You're blocking my light!" she yelled into my head. Yeah. That's going to leave a mark.
"Anyhow, he's hanging onto one rope and he's unconscious. He's got a nasty gash," She's great if you want bad news.
"If we lower him down, can you steady him enough?" Pie Eater questioned, going for the logical perspective.
"Yeah, probably," Well. We don't really have a choice.
"Let's do that then," We started all the ropes moving again. If seemed like forever when Charlie finally said she could see the ground.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
The second my feet hit the bottom, there was a brilliant flash of light. Like the cave its self had come into being. I could see. It was amazing. The walls were shiny and off white, stalagmites and stalactites were everywhere, sometimes even connecting.
It really was a miraculous sight to behold. We didn't have any more fiascos, thanks to me. I sat by, gently nursing our unconscious damsel back to health. At one point, shortly after the last man (Dutchy) landed, he opened an eye (he's only got one.) and looked up at me.
"Ma?" he whispers. Does his Ma wear black eyeliner and have multiple ear piercings? I'd like to meet his Ma.
"Nah, it's me sweetie. No, don't try and sit up," Brilliant. The boy's given himself a concussion.
"He WHAT?" Oh, perhaps I shouldn't have told Dutch that.
"We can't continue with him can we," Specs said shaking his head.
"He'll need to walk with someone," c'mon someone has to volunteer.
"I'd do it," Pie Eater stepped forward, gently pulling the boy into a standing position.
"Where exactly do we go from here?" He questioned, tossing Blinks arm around his shoulder.
"Well, there's a hallway between two huge stalagmite formations." Dutchy trailed as we all began looking for the spot.
"Like that one?" Race pointed across the way. Sure enough, that was the place.
"Yeah, like that one," We headed over the hallway, talking in whispers for some reason unknown to me. I suppose we felt the need to be quiet, lest we cause a major rockslide or something nifty like that.
(_(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's slightly hinged POV)_)_)_)_)_)
He's dragging me along with the utmost care, not that I mind. It's rather sweet actually. I tried to hobble on as fast as was possible without stumbling. It may take me a while to figure that one out though.
"Race! Stop," Specs let out an enraged whisper and looked back at his little brother, who was looking particularly innocent. I need to find out how to do that look.
"What? I didn't do anything," I cant choose sides, I didn't see what happened.
"Yes you did. You hit me in the head," We had stopped walking by now, and to ease my carrier's burden, I spent the time leaning against a wall. We were walking behind the pack, as not to cause any accidents.
"N-" Race's words were cut off by the deafening roar of hundreds of rocks, falling from the ceiling of the cave, cutting us off from them.
"Oh God, Race! Specs! Can you guys hear me?" Pie Eater began pounding on the "wall" separating us from our party. Nothing.
"They cant hear you," I whispered.
"What.what if they're hurt?" We slumped into sitting positions.
"Charlie wouldn't let it happen. Ugh, there's no way we can move these rocks without injuring either side," I only speak the truth.
"Great. So we're stuck in here," Don't sound so enthused.
"We could go back out into the main chamber, if you're claustrophobic,"
"I'm not," Ah. Well. That clears things up.
"So, talk about yourself," We'd kill each other if we didn't get a conversation going soon. So, he begins telling me his life story, which is, yeah, pretty dull. But I love his voice. He has eyes like a cat, or something, they glow. It is kinda dark in here, we have a little light from the main chamber, but that's it. Spot would die laughing if he could hear what I'm thinking.
But, Jesus, what's happening. It's like I've jumped out of my body and now I'm watching with no control. I crawl over to him and he cocks his head in that cute puppy dog fashion. NO! I'm screaming inwardly at myself but there's nothing more I can do. We simultaneously begin to lean in and there's an amazing electricity in the small space because our lips touch and it's like firecrackers. And for those five seconds I'm complete. All else is nothing. And even if it was something, I really wouldn't care all that much, because for five seconds its me and him against the world, as one being. Invincible. But like I said, it was only five seconds. And then he pushed me back.
Quotes: (You get two!) - "I have seen the top of the mountain. And it is good." Beavis
"This is a chicken farm." "And we're the chickens," Ginger & Babs- Chicken Run
Buahahahah! Cliff hanger! Betcha wanna know what's goin on wif Blink and Pie.well guess what, I'M NOT TELLING!
"All else is nothing," is a line from "They're not gonna get us" But Tatu. Sure they're Russian lesbians, but they make good music if you can look past it.
And as always, read and review like I know you WANNA!