THREE STREETSwestport_modsMarch 7 2011, 04:53:07 UTC
[Towards the center of town are three streets remaining mostly untouched. In fact, if it weren't for a pile-up of empty cars blocking off access to the roads, you might assume you were in an ideal 50s suburb, or at least back in Mayfield.
Inside, the homes on these streets are clean and tidy, but empty of any personal touches; they appear as though they were recently built and were never lived in.
In one of the homes on the first street, an outlet has been completely ripped out of the wall.]
[She thought she felt a touch on her back, and the next thing she knows she's here. The place is deserted, but that's not too forbodeing - things look pretty normal, except for the pile up at the end of the streets. She frowns, puzzled.]
What just happened?
[Didn't Mayfield JUST pull a trick like this on her a few days ago? This town, she swears. Guess there's nothing for it than to walk back home and to see if she still lives there. But since she's never been on this particular street before, it would help to ask for directions.]
[Ten empty houses later, Mokuren's starting to get REALLY worried.]
[The eleventh house won't be so empty. The main thing that saved them during Westport was keeping indoors, away from the hazmats and poison air. So, Vince will be checking out the houses to see which ones look the safest. The most defendable. When he hears her come in, he looks up a bit nervously.]
[he stands in the middle of one of the streets, having already ventured as close to one of the well-preserved houses as he could ever wish to be.
it was something like this, he was fairly certain; a series of roads that had been considered the safe zone, one of which he had died on. though there's no smog in the air, no hazmat squad to fend off, the disgust and anger and nausea welling up won't abate.
he bends over to pick up a rock, sending it crashing through the nearest window.]
[if he's surprised to hear another voice, it doesn't show. only a mild look of disdain is on his face, mostly directed at the situation and not at her.]
Why not? This place will fall to bits on its own, helping it along won't hurt.
Do you know...what happened here? How come everything is all torn down?
[As she speaks, Yamame is inching closer and closer. Close proximity is good for helping people feel better, right? She just doesn't want to chase the boy off by approaching too quickly.]
[he seems too preoccupied with his surroundings to notice, staring at the window like that alone might create a second hole in it. either way, he isn't moving any time soon.]
If we truly are where I believe we are, there was a war.
[well that gets her a bit of a strange look, but he doesn't exactly feel threatened by her, she is far too tiny and lost-looking...]
No, the war happened a long while ago. [but he reevaluates that statement immediately, frown deepening.] Or a short while, it's hard to tell with the way time can be bent here. Either way, this isn't Mayfield.
Inside, the homes on these streets are clean and tidy, but empty of any personal touches; they appear as though they were recently built and were never lived in.
In one of the homes on the first street, an outlet has been completely ripped out of the wall.]
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What just happened?
[Didn't Mayfield JUST pull a trick like this on her a few days ago? This town, she swears. Guess there's nothing for it than to walk back home and to see if she still lives there. But since she's never been on this particular street before, it would help to ask for directions.]
[Ten empty houses later, Mokuren's starting to get REALLY worried.]
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Hello?
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[Geez, this woman is a green as as the first shoots in spring.]
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it was something like this, he was fairly certain; a series of roads that had been considered the safe zone, one of which he had died on. though there's no smog in the air, no hazmat squad to fend off, the disgust and anger and nausea welling up won't abate.
he bends over to pick up a rock, sending it crashing through the nearest window.]
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A-ahh. Why did you do that? [Her question comes as more confused by his behavior than anything else.]
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Why not? This place will fall to bits on its own, helping it along won't hurt.
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[As she speaks, Yamame is inching closer and closer. Close proximity is good for helping people feel better, right? She just doesn't want to chase the boy off by approaching too quickly.]
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If we truly are where I believe we are, there was a war.
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R-really? This place looks kind of like the Mayfield place...did the war happen while we were sleeping?
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No, the war happened a long while ago. [but he reevaluates that statement immediately, frown deepening.] Or a short while, it's hard to tell with the way time can be bent here. Either way, this isn't Mayfield.
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Oh! My name is Yamame Kurodani! What's your name, nii-san?
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[he finally turns from the house] Charles is fine.
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