07-10-2018, 11:51 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"] — does car have any fears? / what makes her show a side of herself they haven’t seen yet
What was it about night time that left her feeling so vulnerable. Was it because of how silent it was, the quiet that seemed to leech into the Observatory and settle over like an unnerving blanket? Well, tonight was not as quiet as most would have hoped and in fact because of the warm weather a thunderstorm decided to announce it's presence in the middle of the nigh around midnight. A lot of things she could take but Carolina knew that she hated Thunderstorms. It was something that she had never told anyone and really there were no thunderstorms in space, she didn't have to worry about the natural phenomenons and even then it hardly if ever rained on a mission. At least not violently but this storm seemed aggressive just like herself. Lightning struck and caused thunder to sound out loudly and shake the very building that she was curled up in with harsh vibrations. It was taxing on her nerves and she didn't know if Washington was awake or not but she wouldn't dare wake him up for something so silly. Her eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness before she pushed herself up, slipping from the shared bed to allow a sudden yawn to part her jaws before a splash of sharp light caused her to jolt and she flattened her ears against her skull. Perhaps walking the halls would be better for her, keep her calm. It was the best she could do with the situation that she had.
Ginger form moving slowly the woman left the room silently, paws pressing against the concert like floor beneath her as she began to roam the halls. More like stalking with the predatory way her form moved. It was just natural for her to always be on guard or even look as if she was hunting someone. It had been her life for so long she didn't know if she would be able to change and it got worse and worse as the years progressed. To the point where she didn't think she could trust anyone and even though she had reunited with Washington there were always those moments of suspicion and if he was really on her side. This paranoia she thought was natural especially after everything that had happened and she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling twinges of pain at the back of her neck where the AI implants had been ripped from her flesh. Lifting a paw she brushed against the side of her neck but there was a sharp hesitant to touch where the implants had been. She knew the scar probably stood out like an ugly eye sore but there was nothing she could do about it considering she didn't have her helmet to cover such a thing up. It would forever be present and she sighed with a soft breath ghosting from her lips.
It took a while till she saw the entrance of the building and by then the storm was already digging into her and affecting her negatively. The drumming of the rain didn't sound like rain anymore and her head ached. Her body stopped and her claws began to tap at a quick staccato pace, a ticking sound that was sharp and incessant in sound. It seemed to echo to the female all down the halls and through the building, causing her head to lower. She hated storms, she hated storms, why did there have to be one now? Her breathing felt painful and then she heard it, a strange sound. It was faint but she felt like she could hear them. "Eta? Iota?" She breathed out but she wasn't so sure, yet she felt like they were whispering in the back of her head. Her happiness. Her fear. Her eyes suddenly lifted up and she saw something through the sheeting rain, a figure. A standing figure and she took a small step forward even though her tail was twitching with sharp irritation. Whatever the figure was it was wearing, dark amber colored armor. Something that was familiar to her and she took a step forward, jerking her head a bit as the whispering started to get louder. "Excuse me? Who are you?" Even to herself her voice sounded tired and she frowned a bit not used to anything like that coming from herself.
But the figure didn't say anything and instead it took a step forward and she felt her eyes widen just a bit. What was this? Her jaw tightened on the shout she wanted to release to the figure before her and she took another step forward but the figure took a step back from her. "Wait, no, don't..." She breathed out softly but every time she moved forward the figure moved back. Memories so sweet and painful bounced around her head. Their first meeting at the bar when she took his lighter and started to flick it back and forth. Their long evenings together before they decided to be official and work together in Project Freelancer, holding the Number One and Two spots respectfully before the accident happened. Anger bubbled inside of her when she thought about Wyoming and Maine. They were to blame in all of that, they caused him to lose sight in his eye and yet Texas had saved him but she couldn't, she wouldn't let go of what she had done. She'd taken everything from her and she clenched her teeth before a voice so familiar seemed to speak in her head. 'Let go...'. The very voice made her yearn for the past she could never go to and she felt herself move of her own accord toward the figure.
Rain sheeted across her body and soon she was soaked to the bone but she wasn't thinking about that anymore. There was no reason in her mind that would make her abandon her sudden desperate running toward the figure that only seemed to get further and further away from her. "York please!" The woman called out with a sharp and pained tone to her voice. She could feel the mud beneath her paws, the mud that caked her throat from when she had fallen just a few moments before. "I can't..." How did she let go? How did she allow years of anger to just disappear into thin air? She couldn't see herself like that, this was her passion this was what kept her going but the more she chased after him the more he seemed to get further and further away. Till he was just gone. Her paws scrambled on the Pebble Coast as waves violently tore at the shore line and dragged rocks into the ocean. Lightning clashed across the sky and lit up the darkened world to reveal a ginger leopard who looked like she had nothing to live for. Her eyes had become hollow and her paws shook as she lifted her head up, feeling water stream down her fur and onto the ground. "Don't leave me...don't..." Why was she begging an apparition? Why couldn't she just let it go?
The whispers had stopped and she was left feeling so empty and cold as if something had taken her heart and froze it over. Crying was something she never found herself doing. She bottled everything up inside but she knew, she that his death was all her fault. If she had just listened, if she had just went with him and forgot everything that had happened he would still be here with her. They could have had a new life away from all of this but she couldn't stop. Even now she just couldn't do it but the pain in her chest was overwhelming and she felt a cry leave her throat for the first time in a long time. Tears streamed from her eyes, blending in with her soaked fur as the glint of something off a flash of lightning showed briefly against the rocks. It was a simple item, one that Washington may recognize more than anyone else. It was a lighter from a guy who met a girl at a bar. When the girl took that lighter everything had changed for better and for worse.
What was it about night time that left her feeling so vulnerable. Was it because of how silent it was, the quiet that seemed to leech into the Observatory and settle over like an unnerving blanket? Well, tonight was not as quiet as most would have hoped and in fact because of the warm weather a thunderstorm decided to announce it's presence in the middle of the nigh around midnight. A lot of things she could take but Carolina knew that she hated Thunderstorms. It was something that she had never told anyone and really there were no thunderstorms in space, she didn't have to worry about the natural phenomenons and even then it hardly if ever rained on a mission. At least not violently but this storm seemed aggressive just like herself. Lightning struck and caused thunder to sound out loudly and shake the very building that she was curled up in with harsh vibrations. It was taxing on her nerves and she didn't know if Washington was awake or not but she wouldn't dare wake him up for something so silly. Her eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness before she pushed herself up, slipping from the shared bed to allow a sudden yawn to part her jaws before a splash of sharp light caused her to jolt and she flattened her ears against her skull. Perhaps walking the halls would be better for her, keep her calm. It was the best she could do with the situation that she had.
Ginger form moving slowly the woman left the room silently, paws pressing against the concert like floor beneath her as she began to roam the halls. More like stalking with the predatory way her form moved. It was just natural for her to always be on guard or even look as if she was hunting someone. It had been her life for so long she didn't know if she would be able to change and it got worse and worse as the years progressed. To the point where she didn't think she could trust anyone and even though she had reunited with Washington there were always those moments of suspicion and if he was really on her side. This paranoia she thought was natural especially after everything that had happened and she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling twinges of pain at the back of her neck where the AI implants had been ripped from her flesh. Lifting a paw she brushed against the side of her neck but there was a sharp hesitant to touch where the implants had been. She knew the scar probably stood out like an ugly eye sore but there was nothing she could do about it considering she didn't have her helmet to cover such a thing up. It would forever be present and she sighed with a soft breath ghosting from her lips.
It took a while till she saw the entrance of the building and by then the storm was already digging into her and affecting her negatively. The drumming of the rain didn't sound like rain anymore and her head ached. Her body stopped and her claws began to tap at a quick staccato pace, a ticking sound that was sharp and incessant in sound. It seemed to echo to the female all down the halls and through the building, causing her head to lower. She hated storms, she hated storms, why did there have to be one now? Her breathing felt painful and then she heard it, a strange sound. It was faint but she felt like she could hear them. "Eta? Iota?" She breathed out but she wasn't so sure, yet she felt like they were whispering in the back of her head. Her happiness. Her fear. Her eyes suddenly lifted up and she saw something through the sheeting rain, a figure. A standing figure and she took a small step forward even though her tail was twitching with sharp irritation. Whatever the figure was it was wearing, dark amber colored armor. Something that was familiar to her and she took a step forward, jerking her head a bit as the whispering started to get louder. "Excuse me? Who are you?" Even to herself her voice sounded tired and she frowned a bit not used to anything like that coming from herself.
But the figure didn't say anything and instead it took a step forward and she felt her eyes widen just a bit. What was this? Her jaw tightened on the shout she wanted to release to the figure before her and she took another step forward but the figure took a step back from her. "Wait, no, don't..." She breathed out softly but every time she moved forward the figure moved back. Memories so sweet and painful bounced around her head. Their first meeting at the bar when she took his lighter and started to flick it back and forth. Their long evenings together before they decided to be official and work together in Project Freelancer, holding the Number One and Two spots respectfully before the accident happened. Anger bubbled inside of her when she thought about Wyoming and Maine. They were to blame in all of that, they caused him to lose sight in his eye and yet Texas had saved him but she couldn't, she wouldn't let go of what she had done. She'd taken everything from her and she clenched her teeth before a voice so familiar seemed to speak in her head. 'Let go...'. The very voice made her yearn for the past she could never go to and she felt herself move of her own accord toward the figure.
Rain sheeted across her body and soon she was soaked to the bone but she wasn't thinking about that anymore. There was no reason in her mind that would make her abandon her sudden desperate running toward the figure that only seemed to get further and further away from her. "York please!" The woman called out with a sharp and pained tone to her voice. She could feel the mud beneath her paws, the mud that caked her throat from when she had fallen just a few moments before. "I can't..." How did she let go? How did she allow years of anger to just disappear into thin air? She couldn't see herself like that, this was her passion this was what kept her going but the more she chased after him the more he seemed to get further and further away. Till he was just gone. Her paws scrambled on the Pebble Coast as waves violently tore at the shore line and dragged rocks into the ocean. Lightning clashed across the sky and lit up the darkened world to reveal a ginger leopard who looked like she had nothing to live for. Her eyes had become hollow and her paws shook as she lifted her head up, feeling water stream down her fur and onto the ground. "Don't leave me...don't..." Why was she begging an apparition? Why couldn't she just let it go?
The whispers had stopped and she was left feeling so empty and cold as if something had taken her heart and froze it over. Crying was something she never found herself doing. She bottled everything up inside but she knew, she that his death was all her fault. If she had just listened, if she had just went with him and forgot everything that had happened he would still be here with her. They could have had a new life away from all of this but she couldn't stop. Even now she just couldn't do it but the pain in her chest was overwhelming and she felt a cry leave her throat for the first time in a long time. Tears streamed from her eyes, blending in with her soaked fur as the glint of something off a flash of lightning showed briefly against the rocks. It was a simple item, one that Washington may recognize more than anyone else. It was a lighter from a guy who met a girl at a bar. When the girl took that lighter everything had changed for better and for worse.