I'm breaking through / I'm bendin' spoons
Characters: Roswell/Max Evans (yourealrightnow) and Medium/Maya Fey (
esp_optimism)
Date/Time: October 10th - Late Afternoon
Location: Scavenger's Yard
Rating: I don't forsee this going beyond G, but PG for safe tiemz.
Summary: Roswell and Medium go scrounging through the Yard for a camera.
Work had been, well, work. The only difference in Roswell's general routine had been the fact that he had treated nearly ever drink he had had like it was out to get him. After the rather unpleasant memory he had recieved the last time he had tried to enjoy himself a simple glass of orange juice, well, one could never be too careful. Strangely enough, one of the things that had gotten him through the day was the simple knowledge that Medium would be waiting for him afterwards to go look for a camera in the Scavenger's Yard. It was a simple, almost silly task, but he enjoyed her company.
Roswell had to do his best to keep his steps ordered and casual despite the subtle urge to nearly sprint over to the Access Point elevator. He had had his share of whining patients and bloody scrapes for the day. A little release from the maddening repetition of it would do him nicely. Finally arriving at what he had come to view as a frightening steel cage, he jammed his finger into the call button and waited for the 'ding' of the doors.
Was she already inside?
esp_optimism)
Date/Time: October 10th - Late Afternoon
Location: Scavenger's Yard
Rating: I don't forsee this going beyond G, but PG for safe tiemz.
Summary: Roswell and Medium go scrounging through the Yard for a camera.
Work had been, well, work. The only difference in Roswell's general routine had been the fact that he had treated nearly ever drink he had had like it was out to get him. After the rather unpleasant memory he had recieved the last time he had tried to enjoy himself a simple glass of orange juice, well, one could never be too careful. Strangely enough, one of the things that had gotten him through the day was the simple knowledge that Medium would be waiting for him afterwards to go look for a camera in the Scavenger's Yard. It was a simple, almost silly task, but he enjoyed her company.
Roswell had to do his best to keep his steps ordered and casual despite the subtle urge to nearly sprint over to the Access Point elevator. He had had his share of whining patients and bloody scrapes for the day. A little release from the maddening repetition of it would do him nicely. Finally arriving at what he had come to view as a frightening steel cage, he jammed his finger into the call button and waited for the 'ding' of the doors.
Was she already inside?