By that point in time, it had been several days since Nill last the men that had originally been chasing her through the backstreets and alleys of Abyss, and the petite girl almost thought that maybe she wouldn’t be seeing them anymore; could it be possible that they’d given up on trying to find her, and that maybe she would be safe from then on? It was a nice thought, at least, and one that Nill didn’t mind entertaining in the least. She didn’t have to run every day for the rest of her life. (would they even bother with her for that long? It was hard to say.)
If one were to ask, and she could actually respond, Nill wouldn’t have been able to tell them how she’d made her way to the junkyard, or just how long she’d even been there, (an hour, a day, several?) but it was an easy enough thing to guess that not many people had exactly been walking around, and none of the ones that had been around had taken any notice of the little blond-haired-blue-eyed girl half-hiding under a ragged blanket, moving from one spot to another every day. So
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Readjusting the stick between his lips the pale blue eyes lifted off the metal tablet which like the hovering board, was illuminated with a faint blue glow around the edges, written words glowing out from the black lighting. He glanced up-eyes scanning over the mounds of junk, he could have sworn he felt a sudden burst of that feeling you get when you’re being watched. “….” Popping the lollipop free from his mouth, two fingertips pinched the plastic stick, giving the half melted green candy ‘wrench’ a spin along the gloved pads.
Nothing…Giving a limp shrug of his shoulders he turned back around only to reach down and pick up an object hidden by the shadows. The object passing under a dim ray of over head lighting was a gun, just a ordinary hand gun for protection because Spanner may not have been phased by his surroundings but he sure as hell wasn’t stupid to go unprotected. This weapon found itself being wedged against a strap on his suit. There. If something had been out there watching him perhaps they saw the gun ad would think
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Had the man noticed her just then? Had she managed to-without noticing-make some kind of noise to indicate where she was hidden? The girl-barely more than a child, really-didn’t know, and had no real way of finding out. Of course, she heard the sudden quiet and pause in movement before it picked back up once more, and maybe someone else would have been relieved by that, but the person (whoever he was) wasn’t talking to himself anymore, and it didn’t take long for the sound of debris being quietly crushed as he walked to reach Nill’s ears; but he’d been rather close by from the very beginning, and though she probably had slightly better hearing than most, she couldn’t quite figure out of those footsteps were moving towards her or away. She didn’t know about the gun, hadn’t seen it yet, but if she had, she would have probably bolted
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With gun half on his hip that mechanic relatively went about his business without much of a worry or stray paranoid thought to bother him. Come what may he was down here for a reason and he only could make one trip a month down to Abyss. Attention stolen by his task he didn’t even notice the little form of wide blue eyes staring at him from under a tattered blanket-that was only five steps away from him. Apparently his being watched sense wasn’t kicking in or he was just out right ignoring it. After all, a lot of shadows in these parts had eyes.
“A-ah!”A smile curved to his face as his hands reached forward, fingers clamping against a strip of bullet hole infested metal. “This might have enough density!” there he was again talking to himself, hands giving a testing bend to the metal to see if it would easily curve to the pressure--- turning back around with his little treasure he froze in mid step- blue eyes--- fixating on a pair that were watching him from under a sheet like some little ghost.
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If one were to ask, and she could actually respond, Nill wouldn’t have been able to tell them how she’d made her way to the junkyard, or just how long she’d even been there, (an hour, a day, several?) but it was an easy enough thing to guess that not many people had exactly been walking around, and none of the ones that had been around had taken any notice of the little blond-haired-blue-eyed girl half-hiding under a ragged blanket, moving from one spot to another every day. So ( ... )
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Nothing…Giving a limp shrug of his shoulders he turned back around only to reach down and pick up an object hidden by the shadows. The object passing under a dim ray of over head lighting was a gun, just a ordinary hand gun for protection because Spanner may not have been phased by his surroundings but he sure as hell wasn’t stupid to go unprotected. This weapon found itself being wedged against a strap on his suit. There. If something had been out there watching him perhaps they saw the gun ad would think ( ... )
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“A-ah!”A smile curved to his face as his hands reached forward, fingers clamping against a strip of bullet hole infested metal. “This might have enough density!” there he was again talking to himself, hands giving a testing bend to the metal to see if it would easily curve to the pressure--- turning back around with his little treasure he froze in mid step- blue eyes--- fixating on a pair that were watching him from under a sheet like some little ghost.
“ . . . . .?”.
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