Gah _ It's kinda short, but I've got some writer's block (evil) I'll try and have part three up soon.
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I don't own anyone; I'm just using them for my own entertainment purposes.
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Elena shivered as another gust of wind blew in her face. She hugged the bags tighter for warmth and succeeded in getting the frozen chicken stuck to her sweater. "W-Why's it ha-have to be so c-cold?" She muttered. Rude sat hunched over the steering wheel, his eyes on the road trying to see through the blizzard.
"It'd-d probably b-be e-easier to see without you're glasses." Elena yelled to him over the wind. Rude either didn't hear or choose to ignore her, either way he pushed his glasses up and pulled his hood further over his face.
The ride was a bumpy one; they just drove past monsters that were either too small, to weak or too slow to battle, although had to stop occasionally for the oversized (and usually not very bright) monsters.
The buggy came to a sudden stop, throwing its occupants backward and groceries spilling onto the snow. "The hell? What happened Rude?"
He shrugged and twisted the key again; the engine spluttered for a few seconds before stopping again, this time Rude couldn't get it to start again. He grunted, climbing out and walked to the front of the buggy, lifting up the hood to the engine.
"How is it?!" Elena yelled over the blast of wind
"... Dead"
Elena sighed in frustration before kicking the dashboard "Damn machine," she climbed out "damn snow," she looked at all the bags and the frozen wasteland ahead of her "DAMN RENO!" Her voice echoed several times and ended in a growl.
Wait a minute. Could echoes do that? Rude was staring at her strangely. Elena felt a nagging in the back of her mind. She turned. She paled.
"Oh shit."
***
Sitting on the couch in only his pants, Reno sighed and kicked the TV in front of him. It was bad enough without cable; he couldn't watch any of the normal stuff he did when he was bored (cheesy porno and helium overdosed chocobos weren't necessarily a bad thing). And reception was bad enough out here, without the stupid snow making it worse. The best he got was a very fuzzy picture and static-y voices from game shows and documentaries that must have been at least twenty years old.
In frustration, Reno kicked the TV again a little harder than he'd intended. It swayed dangerously, leaned back, and fell with a crash onto the floor. "Oh, godsDAMMIT!"
He jumped up to examine it, and seeing that there was a large hole where sections of glass had fallen out, began to take out his anger and frustration by stomping on the pieces while chanting. "Godsdamned piece of shit. Godsdamned Elena. Godsdamned snow. Godsdamned 'vacation'. Godsdamned-" He'd run out of Godsdamn's.
Reno was still stomping the remaining TV pieces when he heard a pounding on the door. He kicked the pieces once more and slowly trudged toward the door. The pounding came again, more urgent this time. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming" It'd better be Elena and Rude with some food and booze.
He yanked the door open and was assaulted with a blast of snow and icy wind. "Shit!" he cursed and slammed the door before seeing who it was.
Rubbing his arms, he grabbed a blanket from the couch and sauntered back to the door, which seemed to be rocking on it's hinges at the ferocity of the pounding.
Reno opened it slowly this time and peeked around the side. A tall, broad shadow stood silhouetted in the doorway. With wind and snow blowing around it, it looked like a scene from a cheesy horror movie Reno remembered seeing once.
"Got the booze?" Ignoring him, Rude pushed passed his way inside, carrying a large bundle in his arms. He stomped the snow off his boots and took his coat off, maneuvering things with his hands and legs (Reno will never forget the sight of Rude swaying on one foot while pulling a coat over his head and holding groceries).
"Where's 'Lena?" Reno asked, trying to get at one of the bundles in Rude's left arm. Rude jerked away and with his right hand shoved two bags of groceries into Reno's arms.
Digging around in the bags he let out a cry of triumph and held up the 12-pack. "Reno..." Rude started as Reno happily opened one of the beers "What? You want one?" He tossed him one but Rude didn't make an attempt to catch it. It fell to the floor, its lid popping open and spilling the contents onto the floor. "Ah Rude! Ya didn't even try! What's in the bundle anyway? And where's Elena?"
"...Here" Rude opened up said-bundle which was wrapped in a very familiar looking coat and shoved it into Reno's face.
A pair of large chocolate brown eyes in a plump face framed by short, curly blonde hair stared up at him. An inquiring look on the baby's face.
"Oh f-"
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^_^ he he. R&R please!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I don't own anyone; I'm just using them for my own entertainment purposes.
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Elena shivered as another gust of wind blew in her face. She hugged the bags tighter for warmth and succeeded in getting the frozen chicken stuck to her sweater. "W-Why's it ha-have to be so c-cold?" She muttered. Rude sat hunched over the steering wheel, his eyes on the road trying to see through the blizzard.
"It'd-d probably b-be e-easier to see without you're glasses." Elena yelled to him over the wind. Rude either didn't hear or choose to ignore her, either way he pushed his glasses up and pulled his hood further over his face.
The ride was a bumpy one; they just drove past monsters that were either too small, to weak or too slow to battle, although had to stop occasionally for the oversized (and usually not very bright) monsters.
The buggy came to a sudden stop, throwing its occupants backward and groceries spilling onto the snow. "The hell? What happened Rude?"
He shrugged and twisted the key again; the engine spluttered for a few seconds before stopping again, this time Rude couldn't get it to start again. He grunted, climbing out and walked to the front of the buggy, lifting up the hood to the engine.
"How is it?!" Elena yelled over the blast of wind
"... Dead"
Elena sighed in frustration before kicking the dashboard "Damn machine," she climbed out "damn snow," she looked at all the bags and the frozen wasteland ahead of her "DAMN RENO!" Her voice echoed several times and ended in a growl.
Wait a minute. Could echoes do that? Rude was staring at her strangely. Elena felt a nagging in the back of her mind. She turned. She paled.
"Oh shit."
***
Sitting on the couch in only his pants, Reno sighed and kicked the TV in front of him. It was bad enough without cable; he couldn't watch any of the normal stuff he did when he was bored (cheesy porno and helium overdosed chocobos weren't necessarily a bad thing). And reception was bad enough out here, without the stupid snow making it worse. The best he got was a very fuzzy picture and static-y voices from game shows and documentaries that must have been at least twenty years old.
In frustration, Reno kicked the TV again a little harder than he'd intended. It swayed dangerously, leaned back, and fell with a crash onto the floor. "Oh, godsDAMMIT!"
He jumped up to examine it, and seeing that there was a large hole where sections of glass had fallen out, began to take out his anger and frustration by stomping on the pieces while chanting. "Godsdamned piece of shit. Godsdamned Elena. Godsdamned snow. Godsdamned 'vacation'. Godsdamned-" He'd run out of Godsdamn's.
Reno was still stomping the remaining TV pieces when he heard a pounding on the door. He kicked the pieces once more and slowly trudged toward the door. The pounding came again, more urgent this time. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming" It'd better be Elena and Rude with some food and booze.
He yanked the door open and was assaulted with a blast of snow and icy wind. "Shit!" he cursed and slammed the door before seeing who it was.
Rubbing his arms, he grabbed a blanket from the couch and sauntered back to the door, which seemed to be rocking on it's hinges at the ferocity of the pounding.
Reno opened it slowly this time and peeked around the side. A tall, broad shadow stood silhouetted in the doorway. With wind and snow blowing around it, it looked like a scene from a cheesy horror movie Reno remembered seeing once.
"Got the booze?" Ignoring him, Rude pushed passed his way inside, carrying a large bundle in his arms. He stomped the snow off his boots and took his coat off, maneuvering things with his hands and legs (Reno will never forget the sight of Rude swaying on one foot while pulling a coat over his head and holding groceries).
"Where's 'Lena?" Reno asked, trying to get at one of the bundles in Rude's left arm. Rude jerked away and with his right hand shoved two bags of groceries into Reno's arms.
Digging around in the bags he let out a cry of triumph and held up the 12-pack. "Reno..." Rude started as Reno happily opened one of the beers "What? You want one?" He tossed him one but Rude didn't make an attempt to catch it. It fell to the floor, its lid popping open and spilling the contents onto the floor. "Ah Rude! Ya didn't even try! What's in the bundle anyway? And where's Elena?"
"...Here" Rude opened up said-bundle which was wrapped in a very familiar looking coat and shoved it into Reno's face.
A pair of large chocolate brown eyes in a plump face framed by short, curly blonde hair stared up at him. An inquiring look on the baby's face.
"Oh f-"
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^_^ he he. R&R please!