With hindsight, maybe leaving the Cooper farm to do some solo scouting for 'sabre parts wasn't such a bright idea. Clearly Steve had spent too long in the safety of protected Kansas, with monsters and so forth little more than stories on residents' lips.
Well. This town is certainly doing its utmost to make up for that. At present, with horrible... raw, skinned dog... things. Fairly battered and bruised himself, one arm stinging and burning from a set of claws he didn't quite manage to deflect, his jetpack a dead weight hanging from his shoulders (and don't even get him started on the noises the radio's been making), and sure he's never been this scared in his life-- a hospital is about the most welcome sight to meet his eyes for hours.
Steve goes through the doors at a stumbling run, and slams all his weight against them to close them, searching for a lock or a bar or something. Those creatures.
You know, the fact that she's not currently shooting them is not all that reassuring after all. Steve isn't so sure she wouldn't do it any second, for any reason. What kind of person looks like they're honest-to-goodness enjoying this kind of scenario?
Truth is, he feels helpless without his gadgets.
...the conversation doesn't seem to require his input at this point.
"What happened? I was taking a nap in the staff room, and when I woke up, everyone was gone." The boy with the strange backpack doesn't seen to be offering any answers, so his attention's mainly focused on the blonde.
Steve is the recipient of a Look. A Look that says, 'perhaps we should take you to the examining room for your BRAIN.'
"Of course not. Have you ever seen such aberrations? Ever even heard of such things? You and I both know creatures like that don't exist. And it's snowing out, this time of year. Something's gone seriously wrong."
To put it lightly. He may be freaking out just a little.
"Not specifically those things," admits Steve, who has never seen a skinned dog trying to bite him before and hopes never to again, "but... monsters. People from other worlds.
"Look--"
Is this really the time or place for exposition? This universe really doesn't need the help of a creepy town to break brains. And, well. Aforementioned monsters. He knows at least one has gotten in here.
"Is there a safe room? One they can't get into?"
They're in a corridor. It's not the most defensible of areas.
On the other hand, since the whole world seems to have gone insane...
"I doubt it. It seems like nothing's safe here." He turns back toward the room, adding over his shoulder, "I'd better be going. I can't just sit around here doing nothing."
Well. This town is certainly doing its utmost to make up for that. At present, with horrible... raw, skinned dog... things. Fairly battered and bruised himself, one arm stinging and burning from a set of claws he didn't quite manage to deflect, his jetpack a dead weight hanging from his shoulders (and don't even get him started on the noises the radio's been making), and sure he's never been this scared in his life-- a hospital is about the most welcome sight to meet his eyes for hours.
Steve goes through the doors at a stumbling run, and slams all his weight against them to close them, searching for a lock or a bar or something. Those creatures.
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Then back up at the gun-man with a beautiful smirk.
"No. I'm not so good with authority figures."
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Truth is, he feels helpless without his gadgets.
...the conversation doesn't seem to require his input at this point.
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"Hell if I know. I walked into this place a few hours ago."
Yeah.
Really.
Hours ago, and still smiling.
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That's the noise Steve makes when he's attempting to bring the forces of reasonable deduction to bear on the situation.
"Were the monsters always here?" he asks the man. Well, more information will only increase the chances of working out what the hell is going on.
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"Of course not. Have you ever seen such aberrations? Ever even heard of such things? You and I both know creatures like that don't exist. And it's snowing out, this time of year. Something's gone seriously wrong."
To put it lightly. He may be freaking out just a little.
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"Actually." Then, more straight faced. "Things like that exist everywhere."
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"Look--"
Is this really the time or place for exposition? This universe really doesn't need the help of a creepy town to break brains. And, well. Aforementioned monsters. He knows at least one has gotten in here.
"Is there a safe room? One they can't get into?"
They're in a corridor. It's not the most defensible of areas.
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He is surrounded by loonies.
On the other hand, since the whole world seems to have gone insane...
"I doubt it. It seems like nothing's safe here." He turns back toward the room, adding over his shoulder, "I'd better be going. I can't just sit around here doing nothing."
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She was more used to people leaving. Even if she missed the other gun already.
Her brown eyes landed on the boy. "I'm headed in. You turnin' tail, too?"
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Okay, the last word of that sentence was going to be 'out', but... you just said what, lady?
Frowning at her: "'In'?"
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Jo looked around. "You see any important offices or supplies around?"
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"Not so much," he admits.
Well, she seems to know what she's doing. He, on the other hand, doesn't. It's fairly self-explanatory who should take the lead.
"But shouldn't we ask him to come-- I mean, we can't just leave him behind, can we?"
There are monsters, Jo!
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She, err, won't tell him this?
"Lets check out the--"
Suddenly down there is the sound of breaking glass down the hallway. And off goes the blonde in that direction.
You still don't have her name, do you?
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He's also still ridiculously on-edge, so when the glass breaks, he nearly jumps out of his skin. "What was--"
...why is she running towards the loud noises?
"Wait! Hey--"
Oh, you're right. He doesn't have her name, does he?
"--hey!"
There is hurrying after her, because by god is he ever not going to be left alone in this place again.
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