11-18-2021, 07:29 PM
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A long sigh. In, and soon out. All attempts to track them down would be futile, given they left behind no sign of their whereabouts. Huh. This should have been disheartening but, in all honestly, it only made the chase more enthralling. They played hard to please and, judging by the woman soon to return to his side, that was exactly William's type. As Joey returned with a couple scraps of paper, William wordlessly took them and skimmed through them before letting them flutter to the ground dismissively.
❝ If I’m completely honest, I don’t know. Would’ve thought they’d be running around like headless turkeys by now without their chairman but they’ve defied all odds, I suppose . ❞ Slowly scanning the room with his eyes, William snaked his arm around Josephine’s shoulder, gently running his hand up and down her upper arm as he stood deep in thought.
❝ Well… I guess we could set up camp a mile or so away from here and we can retrace their steps tomorrow — looks like the sun is starting to set, hey? ❞ Peering out of a shattered window, William pursed his lips before leaning in to press a short kiss against Joey’s temple. ❝ Right, let’s get going then. ❞ Without second thought, William set forth, stepping over a dried up pool of blood as he vacated the building. Frederick would have rolled in his grave if William had trudged right on the last traces of him on earth. It had been twenty minutes before William slowed to a halt in the middle of a grassy plainland. ❝ Set up camp here? ❞ He enquired, checking for Joey’s approval before he got started on setting up their tent for the night.
The day soon drew to an end, leaving the pair alone in the apparent solitude that the night time offered. It was almost poetic, the way the couple lay themselves down for some well-deserved rest beside one another, a bond so infrangible and intense. So messy and beautiful. But, it could never be poetic. The couple would drift into an untroubled slumber, only to be woken abruptly with the sound of the tent zip being ripped open, a dark figure seizing Josephine. Instinctively, William threw himself towards the perpetrator, only for another figure to send a rock down his head. The blood that tickled as it softly trickled down the side of his face was not poetic. It had never once been beautiful. It was just warm and red.
William was immobile and unconscious as Joey was dragged from the tent and whisked away into the night.
A long sigh. In, and soon out. All attempts to track them down would be futile, given they left behind no sign of their whereabouts. Huh. This should have been disheartening but, in all honestly, it only made the chase more enthralling. They played hard to please and, judging by the woman soon to return to his side, that was exactly William's type. As Joey returned with a couple scraps of paper, William wordlessly took them and skimmed through them before letting them flutter to the ground dismissively.
❝ If I’m completely honest, I don’t know. Would’ve thought they’d be running around like headless turkeys by now without their chairman but they’ve defied all odds, I suppose . ❞ Slowly scanning the room with his eyes, William snaked his arm around Josephine’s shoulder, gently running his hand up and down her upper arm as he stood deep in thought.
❝ Well… I guess we could set up camp a mile or so away from here and we can retrace their steps tomorrow — looks like the sun is starting to set, hey? ❞ Peering out of a shattered window, William pursed his lips before leaning in to press a short kiss against Joey’s temple. ❝ Right, let’s get going then. ❞ Without second thought, William set forth, stepping over a dried up pool of blood as he vacated the building. Frederick would have rolled in his grave if William had trudged right on the last traces of him on earth. It had been twenty minutes before William slowed to a halt in the middle of a grassy plainland. ❝ Set up camp here? ❞ He enquired, checking for Joey’s approval before he got started on setting up their tent for the night.
The day soon drew to an end, leaving the pair alone in the apparent solitude that the night time offered. It was almost poetic, the way the couple lay themselves down for some well-deserved rest beside one another, a bond so infrangible and intense. So messy and beautiful. But, it could never be poetic. The couple would drift into an untroubled slumber, only to be woken abruptly with the sound of the tent zip being ripped open, a dark figure seizing Josephine. Instinctively, William threw himself towards the perpetrator, only for another figure to send a rock down his head. The blood that tickled as it softly trickled down the side of his face was not poetic. It had never once been beautiful. It was just warm and red.
William was immobile and unconscious as Joey was dragged from the tent and whisked away into the night.
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]