Authors Note: Here is a long awaited chapter but well worth the wait. I
used the time for my classes that are mostly in the A's, one a B but I'm
bring that up and a video project. I do apologize if there are any errors
but like most college students, time is not your friend.
-Gothope-
Mina exhales circles of smoke into the breeze, turning it into a mist around her. Her lips tighten up into a smile at her thrill of escaping the Victorian reel. At the beging of this bash she acted like the reserved lady but little by little, she has warm up to these men and allow more of her true self out.
A tap from the hatch jumps her out of escape and back into the traditional. She tosses the cigarette overboard and blows the remaining smoke out from her lungs.
Another knock, this time harder as Mina waves the remaining smokes away, "I'm bloody coming!" She paces over to the hatch and slowly turns the wheel to open. The backlighting from Sawyer makes her delicate eyes squint.
Sawyer lumbers out of the hatch frame carrying an arm full: a tripod, box camera, lantern, and a small dark bag in mouth. He mumbles something sounding not remotely close to English language.
Mina tugs the bag out from his mouth, "Pardon?"
Sawyer smiles, "I was sorry about the inconvenience but." He shrugs his shoulders, rattling what he holds. "I'm just missing a few constilation out of my collection."
"You have an collection?" Her eyebrow went up on this one, ever since that chase in Venice she has notice him evolving or coming out from his outside appearance of a gun happy American.
She closes the hatch, leaving just the glow of the lantern. It reminders her of earlier in her candle light room, discussing his favorite Arabian story of Sinbad and how fitting Tom and him are. Both Tom and Sinbad living just for thrills and without fear of breathing the future.
Sawyer wobbles away to the far side of the door with Mina trailing behind him for an answer for her earlier question. "Where ever I go I take a picture of different constellations." Sawyer settles down on his knees and starts setting the tripod, "I thought as you have the materials and I the knowledge, you'd like to assist me in developing theses."
Mina picks up the lantern left below Sawyer so he can have more illumines, "I also carry the knowledge of photo development Tom."
"Well ya of course I didn't.." It was no use he is under the same stare as in the hut, "Oh Boy!" He just turns his attention back to the tripod.
"Apatisave (agree)." She gives a sarcastic smile, "but you will have to use my cracked tools."
Sawyer tightens the tripod and looks up to her dim highlighted face a little shocked at her warmness,"Thancian! (thank you)"
*****
The snowfall comes to its end with an earth shattering plump of a massive body into the muddy pond of melded snow and sand.
Henry places his arms into a push up position and lefts up his head out of the water, "Mmm Good God!" Feeling very misplace, something that is lost to the plot as his eyes pans the plains. "Edward?" Not a mental answer back as Henry lifts himself up standing in the knees high water. He glances back at the fall he just accomplish, "Impossible." He moves his muscles around without any discomfort, "there's not even a sprang."
Water stats dripping down from his short stub hair into his face, as he wipes them away his hand froze. "That's not mine," it isn't his hand but Edward's, he looks and touches a few other parts of his massive shell.
"No!" He digs into the pockets of his tight trousers and pulls out a chain that dumps out his pocket watch. "This can't be. It's a bloody nightmare," his thumb presses the release button. "I'm back on in Paris pasted out in an ally and I'm going to wake up," swinging the gold cover to clean glass where he saw his reflection, his own reflection laughing back at him.
*****
"Did ya feel that?" Skinner stairs at the ground and then slowly tilts up to Allen as fellow bashers run past them both, "Something just shook my world, and how unforgent it wasn't Mina." He shakes his head and looks over Alan's shoulder, "damn it."
Ignoring Skinner's ability for a joke in such unsettling circumstance, Alan walks away, weaving through familiar faces running pass him in the opposite direction.
Skinner eyes follow his friend "Alan!"
He turns his attention back to the crowd and their direction to town with the temptation to follow. "Oh Shit!" Skinner starts walking backwards and then turns 360 into someone, wiping some of the white grease substance off of his nose.
"Sorry," Skinner says briefly as he looks down onto the older woman staring up from his chest with fear at the nose less man.
Skinner tilts his head, "something wrong love?"
The woman at first couldn't scream but not to long she sounds like a panache. Skinner covers his ears with the palms of his hands as the woman runs around him and back with the crowd.
Alan stops away from the commotion around the fire into the blinding darkness. Absent the use of sight, he concentrates at the small vibrations from the earth through hi body, becoming heavier and bring a sent stronger.
Alan smells the scent, one he has breathed before, "Confusion."
*****
The nostrils flare at the mixer scents; meat, smokes, and human fear. It intrigues him, rather if it is Edwards's physical reaction or his own curiosity, he can't decide.
So he stands around in wonder if he stays at mountain in his own self-pity or go follow his nose.
"Well they have seen gorillas and other dangerous bulky mammals, and I am the one in control. I Think?" The mounstoueres stomach rumbles in hunger, "But pork sounds good."
*****
Sawyer carefully pulls the lens cup off without moving the view of Gemini for the cameras expose. He takes a step back and looks over his shoulder to Mina who's occupied by the moon, "You think the doctor and Hyde share the sign."
Mina glances at Tom, just realizing he's talking to her, "Pardon?"
Tom looks back at the camera a little imbarest, "Never mind-"
Mina turns herself around to listen from the landside of the Nautilus, "Do you hear that?"
"Umm No." Tom walks up behind her, squinting out into the darkness at a little dot far away.
"There screams," Mina's voice is more deeper, "human screams."
Tom comfortably places his hand over her shoulder, "Are you alright?"
A horses galloping out of the ship's ramp causes both Tom and Mina to jump in their spots. A blue rider being followed by three other rides in white dragging a net behind them.
-Gothope-
Mina exhales circles of smoke into the breeze, turning it into a mist around her. Her lips tighten up into a smile at her thrill of escaping the Victorian reel. At the beging of this bash she acted like the reserved lady but little by little, she has warm up to these men and allow more of her true self out.
A tap from the hatch jumps her out of escape and back into the traditional. She tosses the cigarette overboard and blows the remaining smoke out from her lungs.
Another knock, this time harder as Mina waves the remaining smokes away, "I'm bloody coming!" She paces over to the hatch and slowly turns the wheel to open. The backlighting from Sawyer makes her delicate eyes squint.
Sawyer lumbers out of the hatch frame carrying an arm full: a tripod, box camera, lantern, and a small dark bag in mouth. He mumbles something sounding not remotely close to English language.
Mina tugs the bag out from his mouth, "Pardon?"
Sawyer smiles, "I was sorry about the inconvenience but." He shrugs his shoulders, rattling what he holds. "I'm just missing a few constilation out of my collection."
"You have an collection?" Her eyebrow went up on this one, ever since that chase in Venice she has notice him evolving or coming out from his outside appearance of a gun happy American.
She closes the hatch, leaving just the glow of the lantern. It reminders her of earlier in her candle light room, discussing his favorite Arabian story of Sinbad and how fitting Tom and him are. Both Tom and Sinbad living just for thrills and without fear of breathing the future.
Sawyer wobbles away to the far side of the door with Mina trailing behind him for an answer for her earlier question. "Where ever I go I take a picture of different constellations." Sawyer settles down on his knees and starts setting the tripod, "I thought as you have the materials and I the knowledge, you'd like to assist me in developing theses."
Mina picks up the lantern left below Sawyer so he can have more illumines, "I also carry the knowledge of photo development Tom."
"Well ya of course I didn't.." It was no use he is under the same stare as in the hut, "Oh Boy!" He just turns his attention back to the tripod.
"Apatisave (agree)." She gives a sarcastic smile, "but you will have to use my cracked tools."
Sawyer tightens the tripod and looks up to her dim highlighted face a little shocked at her warmness,"Thancian! (thank you)"
*****
The snowfall comes to its end with an earth shattering plump of a massive body into the muddy pond of melded snow and sand.
Henry places his arms into a push up position and lefts up his head out of the water, "Mmm Good God!" Feeling very misplace, something that is lost to the plot as his eyes pans the plains. "Edward?" Not a mental answer back as Henry lifts himself up standing in the knees high water. He glances back at the fall he just accomplish, "Impossible." He moves his muscles around without any discomfort, "there's not even a sprang."
Water stats dripping down from his short stub hair into his face, as he wipes them away his hand froze. "That's not mine," it isn't his hand but Edward's, he looks and touches a few other parts of his massive shell.
"No!" He digs into the pockets of his tight trousers and pulls out a chain that dumps out his pocket watch. "This can't be. It's a bloody nightmare," his thumb presses the release button. "I'm back on in Paris pasted out in an ally and I'm going to wake up," swinging the gold cover to clean glass where he saw his reflection, his own reflection laughing back at him.
*****
"Did ya feel that?" Skinner stairs at the ground and then slowly tilts up to Allen as fellow bashers run past them both, "Something just shook my world, and how unforgent it wasn't Mina." He shakes his head and looks over Alan's shoulder, "damn it."
Ignoring Skinner's ability for a joke in such unsettling circumstance, Alan walks away, weaving through familiar faces running pass him in the opposite direction.
Skinner eyes follow his friend "Alan!"
He turns his attention back to the crowd and their direction to town with the temptation to follow. "Oh Shit!" Skinner starts walking backwards and then turns 360 into someone, wiping some of the white grease substance off of his nose.
"Sorry," Skinner says briefly as he looks down onto the older woman staring up from his chest with fear at the nose less man.
Skinner tilts his head, "something wrong love?"
The woman at first couldn't scream but not to long she sounds like a panache. Skinner covers his ears with the palms of his hands as the woman runs around him and back with the crowd.
Alan stops away from the commotion around the fire into the blinding darkness. Absent the use of sight, he concentrates at the small vibrations from the earth through hi body, becoming heavier and bring a sent stronger.
Alan smells the scent, one he has breathed before, "Confusion."
*****
The nostrils flare at the mixer scents; meat, smokes, and human fear. It intrigues him, rather if it is Edwards's physical reaction or his own curiosity, he can't decide.
So he stands around in wonder if he stays at mountain in his own self-pity or go follow his nose.
"Well they have seen gorillas and other dangerous bulky mammals, and I am the one in control. I Think?" The mounstoueres stomach rumbles in hunger, "But pork sounds good."
*****
Sawyer carefully pulls the lens cup off without moving the view of Gemini for the cameras expose. He takes a step back and looks over his shoulder to Mina who's occupied by the moon, "You think the doctor and Hyde share the sign."
Mina glances at Tom, just realizing he's talking to her, "Pardon?"
Tom looks back at the camera a little imbarest, "Never mind-"
Mina turns herself around to listen from the landside of the Nautilus, "Do you hear that?"
"Umm No." Tom walks up behind her, squinting out into the darkness at a little dot far away.
"There screams," Mina's voice is more deeper, "human screams."
Tom comfortably places his hand over her shoulder, "Are you alright?"
A horses galloping out of the ship's ramp causes both Tom and Mina to jump in their spots. A blue rider being followed by three other rides in white dragging a net behind them.