// Waiting for a storm to rise, feel the isolation fleeting
Who: ysobritish and proxysearch
When: Friday 27th May, early afternoon
Where: A creek at a park in the industrial sector
Summary: Liquid is tired of running. Re-l is tired of the companies destroying people.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update.
The chill of the wind went almost unnoticed as Liquid Snake stood beside the creek and stared off into space. It had not taken him long to get there, not from Outer Heaven. A remarkably convenient choice and for a moment he'd paranoidly wondered if it was a hint. Could she know? But no, surely if she did there would have been a flood of policemen at their door long before now. There should be urgency, he's sure. Fear, paranoia, even anger. Yet somehow he couldn't get angry right now. Even if it was a trap, he had Wolf at his back, and the situation could not get much worse. Somehow he understood what Big Boss meant now, back then when he was imprisoned. He had told him not to interfere, not to attempt a rescue. Had this been that type of feeling?
Somehow, he thought there wouldn't be a trap anyway. Re-l's lack of aggression was something he didn't understand, but she was in many ways a person he could respect. If she said there would be none, there would be none. He had bigger problems to deal with anyway. For several days now he had simply been focusing on distracting himself from the giant hole in his existence, the absence of the biggest part of his life. And inbetween those distractions, he had thought over things. Things people had said and things people had done. Things that were and things that might be and would be and could never be. He wondered faintly if this was what it meant to go crazy. Or perhaps he always had been crazy. How did one judge the sanity of an abomination against man and god?
He had a feeling she would not be long.
When: Friday 27th May, early afternoon
Where: A creek at a park in the industrial sector
Summary: Liquid is tired of running. Re-l is tired of the companies destroying people.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update.
The chill of the wind went almost unnoticed as Liquid Snake stood beside the creek and stared off into space. It had not taken him long to get there, not from Outer Heaven. A remarkably convenient choice and for a moment he'd paranoidly wondered if it was a hint. Could she know? But no, surely if she did there would have been a flood of policemen at their door long before now. There should be urgency, he's sure. Fear, paranoia, even anger. Yet somehow he couldn't get angry right now. Even if it was a trap, he had Wolf at his back, and the situation could not get much worse. Somehow he understood what Big Boss meant now, back then when he was imprisoned. He had told him not to interfere, not to attempt a rescue. Had this been that type of feeling?
Somehow, he thought there wouldn't be a trap anyway. Re-l's lack of aggression was something he didn't understand, but she was in many ways a person he could respect. If she said there would be none, there would be none. He had bigger problems to deal with anyway. For several days now he had simply been focusing on distracting himself from the giant hole in his existence, the absence of the biggest part of his life. And inbetween those distractions, he had thought over things. Things people had said and things people had done. Things that were and things that might be and would be and could never be. He wondered faintly if this was what it meant to go crazy. Or perhaps he always had been crazy. How did one judge the sanity of an abomination against man and god?
He had a feeling she would not be long.