Max, and Radar.cradleofforestDecember 5 2008, 09:19:56 UTC
Max had been listening. He had no interest in being attacked by the soldiers in their encampment, but he knew- out in the jungle it weren't no picnic either. He stepped out onto the 'porch' of the temple, and looked out over the fields.
He squinted. It was a little foggy this morning, but he had heard the faint sound of bells, litlle ones, like on a bracelet. He saw a woman in a white dress, running towards the jungle.
"Hey!" he called out, "wait! Miss, wait!" and he took off after her.
It didn't take Max too long to realise he had no idea where he was going. Sound drew him on- the bells at first, here and there in the mist. Later he thought he heard gunfire, and voices calling, and he shied away from those directions. Music, somewhere. Not his beloved Beatles tho, this was something more droning, ominous. The Byrds, maybe. Max was lost.
And the mist was playing tricks with his mind.
He thought he could sense Jude- haha, Jude, all the way back in New York. Furiously scribbling, one of those mad drawings he used to do. Something was wrong with Lucy. He had this sense. Lucy needed Jude, so what the fuck was Jude doing?
"Hey!" Max called. He licked his lips nervously. "hey, can someone hear me?"
The fog cleared. There was a shape on the ground. Max cursed, trying to sidestep it just in case it was a landmine.
It wasn't a landmine, it was a wreath. There were other shapes on the ground all around him, makeshift, crude.. stone cairns. Little crosses made of wood.
He was in a cemetery. ---
Radar was listening to the talk as well, but then he stood up, moving towards one of the windows.
The guys at the 4077 had nicnamed him Radar for a reason. Radar seemed to 'know' things, could zero in on what others wanted; Col. Blake mostly, but later Hawkeye and the other men in the camp.
He also had hearing like a dog. He knew before anyone else when others were approaching the encampment, especially when there were incoming wounded. It was said he could hear choppers up to 30 miles away.
knew- out in the jungle it weren't no picnic either. He stepped out onto the 'porch' of the temple, and looked out over the fields.
He squinted. It was a little foggy this morning, but he had heard the faint sound of bells, litlle ones, like on a bracelet. He saw a woman in a white dress, running towards the jungle.
"Hey!" he called out, "wait! Miss, wait!" and he took off after her.
It didn't take Max too long to realise he had no idea where he was going. Sound drew him on- the bells at first, here and there in the mist. Later he thought he heard gunfire, and voices calling, and he shied away from those directions. Music, somewhere. Not his beloved Beatles tho, this was something more droning, ominous. The Byrds, maybe. Max was lost.
And the mist was playing tricks with his mind.
He thought he could sense Jude- haha, Jude, all the way back in New York. Furiously scribbling, one of those mad drawings he used to do. Something was wrong with Lucy. He had this sense. Lucy needed Jude, so what the fuck was Jude doing?
"Hey!" Max called. He licked his lips nervously. "hey, can someone hear me?"
The fog cleared. There was a shape on the ground. Max cursed, trying to sidestep it just in case it was a landmine.
It wasn't a landmine, it was a wreath. There were other shapes on the ground all around him, makeshift, crude.. stone cairns. Little crosses made of wood.
He was in a cemetery.
---
Radar was listening to the talk as well, but then he stood up, moving towards one of the windows.
The guys at the 4077 had nicnamed him Radar for a reason. Radar seemed to 'know' things, could zero in on what others wanted; Col. Blake mostly, but later Hawkeye and the other men in the camp.
He also had hearing like a dog. He knew before anyone else when others were approaching the encampment, especially when there were incoming wounded. It was said he could hear choppers up to 30 miles away.
He was hearing them now.
"Incoming!" he called out.
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