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When; Monday, November 3rd
Rating; PG
Characters; John Connor (Baum) retargeted and Eden Mac Cionaoith eiremagic
Summary; Eden and John get into a heap of trouble.
Log;
There was a buzzing behind her eyes, like a vision coming on, and she took a deep breath. They had been working on the grenades all day, and had a series of prototypes that were waiting to be tested. She had closed the door to her room and hoped that Matt wouldn't come home to see the parts sitting all over the floor, but they couldn't very well do it in the street, and it wasn't as though she hadn't built a bomb in a place she was living before.
She has a grenade that she had just finished in her hand, and the buzzing got worse the more she looked at it.
There was nothing wrong with the grenade, at least nothing Eden could see. She wasn't an expert on bombs - good enough for everyone that she knew how to build them and the rest was a bit murky after that. And Eoin was distracting - not in a bad way - but it was a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that made her look at the grenades over and over. Something was wrong. She just couldn't place what it was.
She stared at the grenade in her hand over and over. It looked like a normal grenade. The casing was off so that much was off, but otherwise...
She offered it to him. "Is something off?"
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It wasn't often that he was allowed the freedom to do whatever he wanted. To learn whatever he wanted. Sure, if his mother was there, she'd probably congratulate him on taking the initiative. They were building something that could potentially be used as a weapon against them. A weapon made out of one of the only manageable substances that had any effect against the machines that hunted him and his family. And now that he was in the City, potentially his friends too. This was worth breaking a few rules, wasn't it?
John looked up from the hastily sketched blue prints- it'd been easier to rely on their combined knowledge anyway -and over to the piece of metal that was held out to him. Taking it from her, he turned it over slowly, picking it apart with his eyes. Everything seemed to be in place. As long as the fuse ignited on command, everything would go off as planned.
"Seems okay to me." There was an almost amused smirk as he handed the piece back to Eden. All they needed to do now was put the last bits together, and go try it out. And, of course, hope that the fuse burned long enough that they'd get the chance to throw it first.
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She kept staring at it, and shook her head again as if that would clear the buzzing sensation. It was always so difficult, to tell the difference between a real headache and a fake one. She slipped another bit in and it clicked together inside the shell of the bomb at the same time it clicked together in her head.
When Eden had been five, her grandmother had forced her into prophecy, and that was when she had seen her own death - mired in water, drowning. Knowing that she would drown gave her an overwhelming fear of swimming for a time, but rarely of much else. So when the vision hit her like a brick between the eyes, it wasn't a fear of death that drove her to drop the grenade and grab Eoin by the shoulders. She shrieked his name and felt the scars on her back open even as the grenade started to explode.
And then she pulled him through; it was like traveling through muck or slime for a moment, before she hit her back on...garbage?
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His eyes squeezed shut at the first flash of bright light. He was supposed to know better; they both were. They spent so much time around weaponry that something as simple as safety measures should have been natural by now. But instead, the two of them had managed to create a grenade and set it off somehow. And now they were-
Wait.
It was the scent that hit him first. The smell, and the fact he was even alive to smell it. Reopening his eyes, he blinked a few times at their new surroundings. They were out in an alley, and John had no clue how they'd gotten there. Turning to Eden, there was a confused look...that soon turned to one of shock at the sight of blood.
"What's happening?"
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She was, thankfully, not covered in blood, but there was enough of it that it wouldn't be hyperbole to say that she was smeared in it. It only took the universe another second before she was slammed between the eyes with recoil - blood spurted out of her nose like a small explosion. "Shite," she said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and using it to try and stop the bleed.
She took a quick account - Eoin seemed perfectly fine, and she didn't have any injuries. The appearance of the alley was normal. Her safe places in Belfast were usually alleys, so she always seemed to manage to land in one if she needed to get out of a situation fast. The garbage was just another way the universe was getting back at her.
"Sorry," she said through dabs at her nose. "I had to get us out quick." She dabbed again. "My fuckin' mistake. Don' worry..." she paused and then realized that Matt was going to murder her. His computer hadn't been home, right? She couldn't remember. She hoisted herself on her feet.
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"You're bleeding." Their previous conversations answered the question as to why, but that didn't make it any better a sight to see. John remained on the ground, even as Eden stood back up. He was still trying to understand what had just happened. Or more precisely, what went wrong. They'd been careful throughout each and every stage of the grenades construction, and somehow it had managed to ignite itself.
"It exploded, didn't it?" It was a rhetorical question. He'd seen the explosion for those few split seconds, and he knew the kind of damage that thermite caused. What he didn't know though was how bad the damage to the apartment would be. With both of them having escaped, and Matt not being inside, then no one was hurt, right? The apartment had been empty.
Which was likely a good thing, given the fire that was bound to be blazing through it, now.
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She managed to restrain herself from snarling something about pointing out the obvious and nodded. "Yeah, I'm bleedin'." The flow from her nose began to stop. Someone must have been distracted, or a piece must have slid out of place, or...she stopped thinking about the bomb. "I don' think anyone would have gotten hurt," she said, answering Eoin's unasked question. "I think I slipped somethin', dunno what happened."
Except the neighbors. She peered out of the alley, her shirt itching where it pulled on the blood from her scar. She could see building five from where they were, the flames roaring out the window. "Well," she rubbed her head. "That's brilliant, innit?"
She turned back to Eoin. "Yeh need help up?"
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He was on his feet in seconds at the sight of the burning building. Eden was ignored momentarily while he took a few steps toward it. They'd done this. They'd built the grenade. They'd made the mistake. And now, other people were paying the price. Again. This had already happened more times than he knew, and this time was no different. Even if no one was hurt, they were still being forced to make sacrifices because of him.
"We need to go up there. We've got to go back inside and make sure no one's hurt." And with that, he was starting to make his way back over toward the building, his gaze fixed on the flames coming out of the side.
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She turned back to look at him as he moved, and she recognized the look on his face. It was the 'we need to get involved' look, the look that was half horrified and half determined. She took a moment to argue with herself - altruism was never Eden's strong suit - before she took a deep breath. "Yeah," she said without nearly as much conviction. "Let's go, yeah?"
She followed him, despite the itching coming from her back that was blood sticking her shirt to her shoulder blades.
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"You don't have to come, if you don't want to." It had nothing to do with altruism on his part. It was solely down to the sense of duty he felt for the situation. They had been the ones who'd caused this explosion, so any damages, any casualties were because of them. If the fire had been spontaneous, completely unrelated to them, he would've been hard pressed to make that jog toward the building. He definitely wouldn't be opening that door and making his way up the stairs, two at a time.
He was meant to keep his head down, not bring himself in to the spotlight.
It was only as the air grew thicker, and a wave of people came running in the other direction that John finally faultered in his steps. What were they meant to do when they got there? The sprinkler system should be taking care of the fire, so it shouldn't burn for long. And the grenade would've burnt out by now.
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Eden watched him move and frowned a little as she looked around and spotted the cops. She did the quick math; everyone knew that she had been a part of the Provo, and she was covered in blood. She peeked over at Eoin, with his concerned face.
If she turned herself in, in a sense - at least if she looked absurdly guilty, she could go and Eoin wouldn't end up in the City prison. She had been in a prison before; not for long, but that wasn't the point. She only felt conflicted for an instant and slipped away from him, to where the people were less concentrated, to the most obvious route of escape.
Rating; PG
Characters; John Connor (Baum) retargeted and Eden Mac Cionaoith eiremagic
Summary; Eden and John get into a heap of trouble.
Log;
There was a buzzing behind her eyes, like a vision coming on, and she took a deep breath. They had been working on the grenades all day, and had a series of prototypes that were waiting to be tested. She had closed the door to her room and hoped that Matt wouldn't come home to see the parts sitting all over the floor, but they couldn't very well do it in the street, and it wasn't as though she hadn't built a bomb in a place she was living before.
She has a grenade that she had just finished in her hand, and the buzzing got worse the more she looked at it.
There was nothing wrong with the grenade, at least nothing Eden could see. She wasn't an expert on bombs - good enough for everyone that she knew how to build them and the rest was a bit murky after that. And Eoin was distracting - not in a bad way - but it was a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that made her look at the grenades over and over. Something was wrong. She just couldn't place what it was.
She stared at the grenade in her hand over and over. It looked like a normal grenade. The casing was off so that much was off, but otherwise...
She offered it to him. "Is something off?"
********************
It wasn't often that he was allowed the freedom to do whatever he wanted. To learn whatever he wanted. Sure, if his mother was there, she'd probably congratulate him on taking the initiative. They were building something that could potentially be used as a weapon against them. A weapon made out of one of the only manageable substances that had any effect against the machines that hunted him and his family. And now that he was in the City, potentially his friends too. This was worth breaking a few rules, wasn't it?
John looked up from the hastily sketched blue prints- it'd been easier to rely on their combined knowledge anyway -and over to the piece of metal that was held out to him. Taking it from her, he turned it over slowly, picking it apart with his eyes. Everything seemed to be in place. As long as the fuse ignited on command, everything would go off as planned.
"Seems okay to me." There was an almost amused smirk as he handed the piece back to Eden. All they needed to do now was put the last bits together, and go try it out. And, of course, hope that the fuse burned long enough that they'd get the chance to throw it first.
*********************
She kept staring at it, and shook her head again as if that would clear the buzzing sensation. It was always so difficult, to tell the difference between a real headache and a fake one. She slipped another bit in and it clicked together inside the shell of the bomb at the same time it clicked together in her head.
When Eden had been five, her grandmother had forced her into prophecy, and that was when she had seen her own death - mired in water, drowning. Knowing that she would drown gave her an overwhelming fear of swimming for a time, but rarely of much else. So when the vision hit her like a brick between the eyes, it wasn't a fear of death that drove her to drop the grenade and grab Eoin by the shoulders. She shrieked his name and felt the scars on her back open even as the grenade started to explode.
And then she pulled him through; it was like traveling through muck or slime for a moment, before she hit her back on...garbage?
*********************
His eyes squeezed shut at the first flash of bright light. He was supposed to know better; they both were. They spent so much time around weaponry that something as simple as safety measures should have been natural by now. But instead, the two of them had managed to create a grenade and set it off somehow. And now they were-
Wait.
It was the scent that hit him first. The smell, and the fact he was even alive to smell it. Reopening his eyes, he blinked a few times at their new surroundings. They were out in an alley, and John had no clue how they'd gotten there. Turning to Eden, there was a confused look...that soon turned to one of shock at the sight of blood.
"What's happening?"
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She was, thankfully, not covered in blood, but there was enough of it that it wouldn't be hyperbole to say that she was smeared in it. It only took the universe another second before she was slammed between the eyes with recoil - blood spurted out of her nose like a small explosion. "Shite," she said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and using it to try and stop the bleed.
She took a quick account - Eoin seemed perfectly fine, and she didn't have any injuries. The appearance of the alley was normal. Her safe places in Belfast were usually alleys, so she always seemed to manage to land in one if she needed to get out of a situation fast. The garbage was just another way the universe was getting back at her.
"Sorry," she said through dabs at her nose. "I had to get us out quick." She dabbed again. "My fuckin' mistake. Don' worry..." she paused and then realized that Matt was going to murder her. His computer hadn't been home, right? She couldn't remember. She hoisted herself on her feet.
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"You're bleeding." Their previous conversations answered the question as to why, but that didn't make it any better a sight to see. John remained on the ground, even as Eden stood back up. He was still trying to understand what had just happened. Or more precisely, what went wrong. They'd been careful throughout each and every stage of the grenades construction, and somehow it had managed to ignite itself.
"It exploded, didn't it?" It was a rhetorical question. He'd seen the explosion for those few split seconds, and he knew the kind of damage that thermite caused. What he didn't know though was how bad the damage to the apartment would be. With both of them having escaped, and Matt not being inside, then no one was hurt, right? The apartment had been empty.
Which was likely a good thing, given the fire that was bound to be blazing through it, now.
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She managed to restrain herself from snarling something about pointing out the obvious and nodded. "Yeah, I'm bleedin'." The flow from her nose began to stop. Someone must have been distracted, or a piece must have slid out of place, or...she stopped thinking about the bomb. "I don' think anyone would have gotten hurt," she said, answering Eoin's unasked question. "I think I slipped somethin', dunno what happened."
Except the neighbors. She peered out of the alley, her shirt itching where it pulled on the blood from her scar. She could see building five from where they were, the flames roaring out the window. "Well," she rubbed her head. "That's brilliant, innit?"
She turned back to Eoin. "Yeh need help up?"
*********************
He was on his feet in seconds at the sight of the burning building. Eden was ignored momentarily while he took a few steps toward it. They'd done this. They'd built the grenade. They'd made the mistake. And now, other people were paying the price. Again. This had already happened more times than he knew, and this time was no different. Even if no one was hurt, they were still being forced to make sacrifices because of him.
"We need to go up there. We've got to go back inside and make sure no one's hurt." And with that, he was starting to make his way back over toward the building, his gaze fixed on the flames coming out of the side.
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She turned back to look at him as he moved, and she recognized the look on his face. It was the 'we need to get involved' look, the look that was half horrified and half determined. She took a moment to argue with herself - altruism was never Eden's strong suit - before she took a deep breath. "Yeah," she said without nearly as much conviction. "Let's go, yeah?"
She followed him, despite the itching coming from her back that was blood sticking her shirt to her shoulder blades.
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"You don't have to come, if you don't want to." It had nothing to do with altruism on his part. It was solely down to the sense of duty he felt for the situation. They had been the ones who'd caused this explosion, so any damages, any casualties were because of them. If the fire had been spontaneous, completely unrelated to them, he would've been hard pressed to make that jog toward the building. He definitely wouldn't be opening that door and making his way up the stairs, two at a time.
He was meant to keep his head down, not bring himself in to the spotlight.
It was only as the air grew thicker, and a wave of people came running in the other direction that John finally faultered in his steps. What were they meant to do when they got there? The sprinkler system should be taking care of the fire, so it shouldn't burn for long. And the grenade would've burnt out by now.
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Eden watched him move and frowned a little as she looked around and spotted the cops. She did the quick math; everyone knew that she had been a part of the Provo, and she was covered in blood. She peeked over at Eoin, with his concerned face.
If she turned herself in, in a sense - at least if she looked absurdly guilty, she could go and Eoin wouldn't end up in the City prison. She had been in a prison before; not for long, but that wasn't the point. She only felt conflicted for an instant and slipped away from him, to where the people were less concentrated, to the most obvious route of escape.