Post by Fabel on Feb 29, 2008 17:53:20 GMT -5
"You got yourself?" "Here...lean on me..."
Fabel bit her bottom lip. She was an independent girl. Half of her wanted to protest and walk on her own, while the other half of her was calling for the closeness of Race. The more inviting half won the argument. She allowed Race to keep her upright, and she leaned on him. She tried not to lean on him too much, as he really didn't need all of her weight on him.
"That glass got you bad..." he mused. "I'm tryin' to think of somewhere close we could get you really cleaned up..."
Fabel couldn't think of anywhere in Brooklyn that was inviting, she didn't come often enough. She tried to envision in her head all the places she had passed on her way to the tracks. A shadow seemed to pass over them that she hadn't noticed before. Then she felt it, the first few light drops of rain. She sighed, "This day just keeps getting better.." she muttered.
Fabel remembered passing by a warehouse that appeared to be deserted on her way to the tracks, and her photographic memory brought up the image of it in her head. She was sure she could find it again, and it would do at least until the rain stopped. Warehouses were always full of old junk, so it was possible that they would find and old sheet or something in there too, for use of wrapping on her knee.
"I think theres a warehouse around the corner..." she said, glancing beyond the stands and squinting into the light rain. There were darker clouds, she noted, and they were headed in this direction. She thought maybe it would be a good idea for them to find some place to wait it out. "But don't go by me.." she said, "I'm the one who led us under the stands and ended up bloodying my knee.." she added, grinning lopsidedly in his direction. She was trying to keep up good spirits, even with an injured knee.
Fabel bit her bottom lip. She was an independent girl. Half of her wanted to protest and walk on her own, while the other half of her was calling for the closeness of Race. The more inviting half won the argument. She allowed Race to keep her upright, and she leaned on him. She tried not to lean on him too much, as he really didn't need all of her weight on him.
"That glass got you bad..." he mused. "I'm tryin' to think of somewhere close we could get you really cleaned up..."
Fabel couldn't think of anywhere in Brooklyn that was inviting, she didn't come often enough. She tried to envision in her head all the places she had passed on her way to the tracks. A shadow seemed to pass over them that she hadn't noticed before. Then she felt it, the first few light drops of rain. She sighed, "This day just keeps getting better.." she muttered.
Fabel remembered passing by a warehouse that appeared to be deserted on her way to the tracks, and her photographic memory brought up the image of it in her head. She was sure she could find it again, and it would do at least until the rain stopped. Warehouses were always full of old junk, so it was possible that they would find and old sheet or something in there too, for use of wrapping on her knee.
"I think theres a warehouse around the corner..." she said, glancing beyond the stands and squinting into the light rain. There were darker clouds, she noted, and they were headed in this direction. She thought maybe it would be a good idea for them to find some place to wait it out. "But don't go by me.." she said, "I'm the one who led us under the stands and ended up bloodying my knee.." she added, grinning lopsidedly in his direction. She was trying to keep up good spirits, even with an injured knee.
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