And the violence caused such silence,
Characters: letmefollow
Date/Time: 24th April- 18th May
Location: 4th Floor
Rating: PG
Summary: Target and Black Hayate are abducted by the elevator, and Hawkeye finds herself trapped in a desolate, war-torn, broken city that is more than a little familiar.
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When the elevator had ground to a dramatic halt that evening when Hawkeye had been trying to take Black Hayate out for a walk on Captain Planet, her evening had been suitably ruined and to add to her considerable amount of ire at the situation, she had left her journal behind in her apartment so there was no way of letting anyone know what had happened.
Ruefully, she thought of the stacks and stacks of finished paperwork she had left unattended on her coffee table that needed to be filed. When Hayate whined and put his head on her knee as she was sitting with her back against the wall of the elevator, she remembered that it was time for his dinner and she had no way of getting anything for him.
"I'm sorry boy," she sighed, scooping him up onto her lap for a rare cuddle. "I don't know when I can get you your supper."
She had drifted into a light doze when suddenly the elevator lurched into life again, and she got to her feet apprehensively. Of course she knew what was coming; she had been abducted by the elevator once before, and she knew of others who had been suddenly transported to places that had existed previously only in memory. She half expected the doors to open to a dark palace, the way they had before.
As the doors opened, she was blinded momentarily by the glare of brilliant sunlight against bleached stone walls.
"Where on earth has this wretched thing taken us?" she asked Hayate, drawing her gun from the holster and stepping out into stark, bright city she found herself in.
The air was hot, dry, a desert climate she realised. The earth beneath her feet was dry and covered in fine grains of sand. Sweat peppered her brow, she wiped it away absently with the back of her hand and brushed her bangs back from her face. It was hot. Stifling.
Still.
I have been here before.
Her feet echoed in the quiet as she walked along the paved streets, casting her eyes here and there over the silent city. Black Hayate shadowed her footsteps, panting in the heat. She didn't know how long she had been out there for, but after the sun began to sink she realised she was alone.
And the city had been ravaged.
She barely slept that night, huddled with Hayate keeping her warm in the shell of a decimated building.
Dawn came, painting the walls blood red, and Hawkeye found herself thinking wryly that it was strangely appropriate. She didn't know why. Her stomach growled, and Hayate looked hopefully at her for breakfast. She began a foraging mission and came away with a stale loaf of bread that she shared with her unimpressed dog.
Later that afternoon, she found the tents.
There was a campsite, long abandoned, littered with the detritus of militia. Empty shells, oily rags, rounds of ammunition stacked in their boxes. The sight tugged at her, familiar and unwelcome.
Later that day, she found a scrap of paper flapping beneath a box, torn and faded, but with some words still legible on it.
-- 1908
By order of Fuhrer King Bradley--
-- utive Order 3066 --
-- herein allowing the depl--
-- te Alc --
-- resolution of the Ishbal --
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
Ishbal.
Days began to run into each other as she walked around the ghost town, taking food from the crates of army rations that she found. One day she walked down a road that was charred and fire ravaged and felt her blood run cold for no reason she could discern.
That night she dreamt of gunfire, snaps of gloved fingers and the roar and rush of flames, and woke to find her eyes stinging and Black Hayate sadly nosing at her cheek.
This place, this city, strangely beautiful in the golden evening sunlight, had been gutted by war. Riza Hawkeye could not shake the feeling of foreboding that followed her around the empty streets.
Some times later, she found herself venturing to the outskirts of the ravaged city. She found a mound of earth piled high, a single piece of wood driven into it as a marker. For a moment she stood there in the heat, staring at it.
"I'm sorry," she found herself saying. "I'm so sorry."
As she walked away, she could not thinking about why she had felt the need to apologise.
She lost track of time, until finally, tired and ragged, she saw the doors of the elevator appear one day. She ran to them, Hayate hot on her heels, and slumped against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed behind her.
Date/Time: 24th April- 18th May
Location: 4th Floor
Rating: PG
Summary: Target and Black Hayate are abducted by the elevator, and Hawkeye finds herself trapped in a desolate, war-torn, broken city that is more than a little familiar.
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When the elevator had ground to a dramatic halt that evening when Hawkeye had been trying to take Black Hayate out for a walk on Captain Planet, her evening had been suitably ruined and to add to her considerable amount of ire at the situation, she had left her journal behind in her apartment so there was no way of letting anyone know what had happened.
Ruefully, she thought of the stacks and stacks of finished paperwork she had left unattended on her coffee table that needed to be filed. When Hayate whined and put his head on her knee as she was sitting with her back against the wall of the elevator, she remembered that it was time for his dinner and she had no way of getting anything for him.
"I'm sorry boy," she sighed, scooping him up onto her lap for a rare cuddle. "I don't know when I can get you your supper."
She had drifted into a light doze when suddenly the elevator lurched into life again, and she got to her feet apprehensively. Of course she knew what was coming; she had been abducted by the elevator once before, and she knew of others who had been suddenly transported to places that had existed previously only in memory. She half expected the doors to open to a dark palace, the way they had before.
As the doors opened, she was blinded momentarily by the glare of brilliant sunlight against bleached stone walls.
"Where on earth has this wretched thing taken us?" she asked Hayate, drawing her gun from the holster and stepping out into stark, bright city she found herself in.
The air was hot, dry, a desert climate she realised. The earth beneath her feet was dry and covered in fine grains of sand. Sweat peppered her brow, she wiped it away absently with the back of her hand and brushed her bangs back from her face. It was hot. Stifling.
Still.
I have been here before.
Her feet echoed in the quiet as she walked along the paved streets, casting her eyes here and there over the silent city. Black Hayate shadowed her footsteps, panting in the heat. She didn't know how long she had been out there for, but after the sun began to sink she realised she was alone.
And the city had been ravaged.
She barely slept that night, huddled with Hayate keeping her warm in the shell of a decimated building.
Dawn came, painting the walls blood red, and Hawkeye found herself thinking wryly that it was strangely appropriate. She didn't know why. Her stomach growled, and Hayate looked hopefully at her for breakfast. She began a foraging mission and came away with a stale loaf of bread that she shared with her unimpressed dog.
Later that afternoon, she found the tents.
There was a campsite, long abandoned, littered with the detritus of militia. Empty shells, oily rags, rounds of ammunition stacked in their boxes. The sight tugged at her, familiar and unwelcome.
Later that day, she found a scrap of paper flapping beneath a box, torn and faded, but with some words still legible on it.
-- 1908
By order of Fuhrer King Bradley--
-- utive Order 3066 --
-- herein allowing the depl--
-- te Alc --
-- resolution of the Ishbal --
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY
Ishbal.
Days began to run into each other as she walked around the ghost town, taking food from the crates of army rations that she found. One day she walked down a road that was charred and fire ravaged and felt her blood run cold for no reason she could discern.
That night she dreamt of gunfire, snaps of gloved fingers and the roar and rush of flames, and woke to find her eyes stinging and Black Hayate sadly nosing at her cheek.
This place, this city, strangely beautiful in the golden evening sunlight, had been gutted by war. Riza Hawkeye could not shake the feeling of foreboding that followed her around the empty streets.
Some times later, she found herself venturing to the outskirts of the ravaged city. She found a mound of earth piled high, a single piece of wood driven into it as a marker. For a moment she stood there in the heat, staring at it.
"I'm sorry," she found herself saying. "I'm so sorry."
As she walked away, she could not thinking about why she had felt the need to apologise.
She lost track of time, until finally, tired and ragged, she saw the doors of the elevator appear one day. She ran to them, Hayate hot on her heels, and slumped against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed behind her.