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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 19
The Loikan University Solders had her quickly cuffed in old-world handcuffs and were escorting her through the main gate.  Guns were pointed at her from every direction but the front, making her feel even more uneasy as she was lead down the main street, resident soldiers dog-whistling and ruthlessly mocking her as she passed.  She took notice that this fort had the same air filtration system as the outcast city she had visited before this, but was struck across the back of the head as her eyes wandered.  "Hey, watch it," she said with a scowl at one of the guards beside her.  "I'm not a punching bag."
"You just better keep yer mouth shut!" one of the guards snapped, holding the bayonet of his rifle against the side of her neck.  The smell of the plasma charge caused her to jerk away, and as she did she caught site of the filtration power plant about a block away.  The building gave her an idea, and she wrenched her head aroun
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 18
Liam tried to peer through the darkness, his eyes having adjusted as best they would in the dungeon-like basement.  It was completely cut off from the base he had been paraded through upon his arrival.  He couldn't even hear the activity and discussion that he knew began once he was bound, and was sure continued even now.
Though he had no clock or time-telling method to speak of, the ex-University man had a sense that he'd been tied to the chair he currently occupied for at least an hour.  His wrists were raw from his immediate struggle to escape his bindings, and he could feel the various lacerations on his body throbbing in their slowing leak of blood.  His tattered shirt was stuck to his body in multiple places, the blood gluing it quite effectively to his skin, and the sweat dried by the cool cellar stiffening the heavy cotton fabric.  His head also throbbed, indicating that perhaps it had been longer than an hour…  H
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 17
Glad to have the sun on her back, Alex removed the sun filter from the bike enclosure.  It was a bit easier driving in the late afternoon, because after turning the filter off, it was easier to see through the blowing white dust.  Glancing at her navigator, she was closing in on two miles east of the fortress, and saw no sign of a stampede.  A bit frustrated, though not yet doubting the guard's tip, she parked the bike and kicked down the heavy kickstand, opening it and standing out in the open, her goggles fitted tightly around her eyes and her mask protecting her nose and mouth.  The wind carried sound pretty well, despite the dust dampening it, and it didn't take her long to hear the stamping of hooves on the next big gust.
A bit confused that it had come on so quickly, she whirled in the direction the gust had come from, but she didn't have to search the horizon long before she saw the group of beasts charging in her direction.  "Ku
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 16
When Zinfandel was up and in the cargo bay, awaiting the delivery of the new engine, Alex had already left.  Red joined her shortly, dressed in baggy clothing, expecting to be crawling around on the ground all day.  "Alex left already?" she asked, noticing the absence of her bike.
"Yeah, a few hours ago I think."  They hadn't spent much time together without Alex, and the conversation was a bit strained, since the last time was when Zinfandel had scolded her.
"Who exactly is she rescuing, anyway?"
"Someone who left the University, though under different circumstances than you.  They're old acquaintances…  But if the University is going this out of its way to get a hold of him, he must know something important.  So there are a few reasons to rescue him."  A loud banging rang through the cargo bay, and Zinfandel lowered the hatch, greeted by the mechanics merchant and a few of his crew.  "Hey!" Zinfandel
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 15
Alex squinted through her goggles, searching through the blowing dust for the glimmer that she had seen just a moment ago.  The bike was parked and sealed next to her, a tempting invitation from the dust storm she was standing in, her eyes protected with her goggles and her mouth and nose protected with something resembling and old-world gas mask.  Her head whipped to the left – there, again.  The flashing seemed patterned, but not in her direction.  There were long breaks, in which she assumed a different part of the message was being transmitted.
With the direction etched in her mind, she opened the bike and draped her leg over it, closing the shielding and letting the air system purge the air with-in of the dust with a momentary, strong, outward gust of air.  Once started, she turned it and revved it to full speed, kicking up a dust storm in her wake.  This was her first lead since she left the previous morning, and sh
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 14
Even amid the loud sounds echoing up from the engine room, Alex settled into bed, her room locked and the lights low.  She trusted the pair to finish with the engine without her, and needed to sleep if she was going to drive aimlessly around the surrounding wasteland searching for a camp that might not even exist.  After turning off the lights and lying in bed awhile, she found that she was not tired, and was simply tossing in her bed and frustrating herself.  Her mind was racing, though to everywhere but the task at hand.
It was nights like these that she couldn’t help but remember life before the Quake, and think of everything she had lost.  Since sleeping was a lost effort, Alex turned the lights back on, keeping them low still, and dug in a drawer that she rarely ventured to.  It was near the floor at the foot of her bed, and took some creative twisting to access.  Once she finally pulled it open, she shuffled through
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 13
Zinfandel threw her wrench down with the loud, ringing metallic clatter of metal on metal.  “Can’t believe they both ditched me!” she yelled in a breathy, strained voice.  She leaned back against the wall, wiping her forehead with a grimy rag and letting out a heavy sigh.  The attachments of the hydro engine lay scattered around her in the engine room of the pod, tools among the mess.  “Leaving all this work for me, and disappearing to spend the day in the city!”  Her voice echoed off the walls and seemed amplified by the shell-like room.  In the ringing noise of her voice, Zinfandel didn’t notice Alex standing in the doorway, rapping her fingers on the top of her hat.
“Something wrong?”  At those two words, Zinfandel turned to the door and slammed her elbow on a protruding pipe.  “Watch that, I need those elbows.”  With a smirk, she moved around t
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 12
Red had ducked out of the pod before Zinfandel could find her – she had no interest in learning how the pod worked, and would much rather learn about the city and the people.  She had made her way into the busiest part of the city where the honest merchants worked and street performers found many eyes and ears for their talents.  All in all it was a lively city, and Red couldn’t help but smile at the atmosphere.
She overheard chatter of Alex’s bar fight, and tried to lean in to hear some of the conversations.  Unfortunately, they didn’t seem too keen on letting an outsider in, and even though she had opted not to wear her University necklace today, it was obvious that she wasn’t from the city.  Still, she wasn’t about to be socially exiled from the center of her newly adopted culture, and as she wondered how to gain a bit of respect around her she saw a large crowd making a circle around a pair both brandishing knive
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 11
Before the sun had risen over the horizon, Loika was brimming with life and business continued as it always did, paying no mind to the happenings of the previous afternoon.  Newspapers littered the streets, ripped to shreds where the word University was mentioned, yet forgotten soon after to the general bystander.
However, the merchant stands buzzed with the news of the University brawl, the salesmen asking their customers of their opinions, and sharing their own with each other.  Loika, the only University-independent large city, was angered by the emergence of the government-figure in their town, and the people behind the city’s success were demanding justice for one of their kind.
Alex was well-known among the merchants and had a very good reputation for business among them all.  Loikans didn’t take well to their own being beaten, especially in their own home, and despite Alex not originating from the Australian city, it could easily be consid
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 10
Red awoke to a knock on her bedroom door in the pod, and she brushed some strands of hair from her eyes.  “Who’s there?”
“It’s me – I’ve got something to show you!”  Red threw her covers aside and took the two steps necessary to cross the room, sliding the door open to have a newspaper shoved in her face.  “I think I found out what our fearless captain was doing yesterday.”
Red took the paper and stared at it, letting her tired eyes focus a moment before reading the article.  It told a brief story of a bar fight involving three University men and a mercenary in a brown top hat.  Two of the men had left – one dragged by the other – and the third was left on the floor unconscious.  The woman left after the fight had ended.  After reading the whole article, she handed the paper back to Zinfandel and slid the door shut.  She wasn’t going to deal w
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 9
        “Scotch on the rocks – thanks.”  Alex put a couple of brass coins on the bar and leaned against it, peering through the dim pub into a heavily shadowed corner.  She rapped her fingers on the bar, and the bartender set the glass down inches from it.  “Thanks,” she said again, smashing the but of her cigarette on the badly-kept surface and picking up her glass, wandering across the room to the table.  “Mind if I join you?”
A man wearing an old-world fedora peered out from under the brim and flashed a sleazy smile of unnaturally white teeth.  “That depends…  Why are you here?”  His eyes had a leery color to them and seemed an oddly bright grey in the shadows, even with his long hair hanging in greasy strands in front of one.
“I expect I should be asking you the same question, officer.”  The silver pendan
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 8
        Meron’s stall was a strange place, a very squat hut-style storefront with a long, narrow shack running back from it into an alley.  When he saw Zinfandel, he gave a broad grin and took the dolly from her, completely  ignoring Red, as if assuming they hadn’t come together.  It was during introductions that he noticed the black chain around Red’s neck, and immediately stopped talking except in concise answers to Zinfandel’s comments.
“Oh, come off it!  Kuso, you think I’d turn you in?” Zinfandel complained, figuring what had happened.  “We picked her up last night – she’s as much a criminal as all the rest of us.  She just doesn’t want to accept that yet.”
Meron was a large man – taller than either of them and probably twice as wide.  His hands resembled meaty dinner platters, and his entire body gave
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 7
        Loika was always a busy place, and despite what had happened last night, today was certainly no different.  The Pod garages were quite full, and it was difficult to find a decent place to park.  It was early morning when they had arrived, and the sun was just blazing its fire through the large front door of the garage they had finally gotten in to, and Red shuffled into the cockpit, shielding her eyes against the red light.  “Good morning!”
Alex and Zinfandel turned around to look at her, Alex’s hair falling in disarray as she learned backwards over the arm of the seat.  “You sure opted to sleep in!”
“We’ve got a lot of work to do – not that you get any cash in from this job,” Zinfandel chimed, tossing a magazine on the floor.
Red, who was now dressed in some black pants, a red light tank top and a black leather jacket, checked her watch, “It’s
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Literature
Through the Dust - Section 6
“I can’t believe we made an easy 500,000!” Zinfandel sighed, peering into the bag and shuffling through it, happy to feel the cool coins against her fingers.
Alex nodded, and leaned back in the driver’s seat, “I was expecting more from him!” she agreed, turning her head back to her partner with a grin, “Do we know what we’re keeping out of what we took out of it?”
“Hmmm…”  Zinfandel pulled out her communicator – the models they owned, even though a bit out-dated, doubled as computers – and pulled up a stock list of some sort, Alex assumed.  “We should keep the University uniforms, some of the canned food, all of the fresh food – it’s all almost overripe! – a couple cases of the nutritional crap, and some of the medical supplies…  Last time we stocked up wasn’t too long ago, and our kitchen might not be able to hold much more, so.  We should be able
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Ozzie
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Personal Quote: The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
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Hope everyone had a great Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever you happen to celebrate.  I know I did~

Artistically interesting, too.  I got the tablet I asked for (or rather, sent the link to my aunt for, making it essentially a demand.  But hey, it was a good deal, and according to the family grab bag rules, she had to spend $100, so...) as well as a set of Prismacolor Watercolor Pencils.  Fun new things to play around with to be sure.  Maybe now I'll actually have some digital pieces to put up, since they won't take hours and hours (or at least, when they do, I'll have something to show for it aside from base-coating and NOTHING ELSE at that point...)

And, y'know, some pieces of art done with physical mediums, too.  I should get on that.  They exist.  I swear.
  • Listening to: The sound of my keyboard
  • Watching: Studio 60
  • Playing: Nothing - need more WoW time!
  • Eating: Fried Spam sandwich.
  • Drinking: Sunkist. Delicioussss

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Kaikoloren Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2010  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for adding 'What happened to Jack.' to your favorites! :)
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Thank you so much for the :+favlove:.

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frozen-ozzie Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2009   Writer
HULLO! <3
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Hiiiiiii <3
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Hiii luff <3
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thanks for the :+fav: (:
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Mathionn Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2008   Artisan Crafter
aw! why thank you for the comment! Sarah is such a nice little and what good taste in art you have! ;D
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frozen-ozzie Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2008   Writer
Hahaha of course! I am very tasteful. 8)
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Mathionn Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2008   Artisan Crafter
lawl i don't know what to reply to keep a conversation going. er....how is your life oh little of mine? Kara is going to have an unfortunate accident soon, she stole my little from me!
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