Max stepped onto the cold white that crunched beneath his soft steps. His orange hair blew in the frigid breeze, but he showed no display of discomfort.
The Beacon
@TheRumor: "You gave up peace a long time ago. So did I." Longshot unbuckled his belt and dropped it into the snow, "Where do we go from here?"
@TheRumor: "Fair enough." said Longshot. It was always good to have one more person around who didn't wish to kill him. "Just remember that I'll have my eye on you. I suspect you'll do the same."
@.Longshot.: "You suspected right archer.." The snow started to fly about from the gusts of wind of the recently called sleek black and red hovercraft. "Until next time..." With a respectful nod he grappled up through the bottom of the hovercraft and sped off at MAC 3 jet speed.
Amelia was curled up on her bed. She'd stolen one of the flat-screens from the upper levels and hooked it up to the internet. Then, she'd used one of her fake I.D.'s to order Netflix. Currently she had Castle playing. If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well enjoy it.
@Amelia_: "Careful!" Longshot snapped as Janine dug a bullet out of his upper arm and dropped the bloody wad of lead in a metal tray with the others.
"Oh, quit complaining." Janine replied callously, dabbing away the blood as she started to bandage the wound, "I'm being way more careful than the guy who put them in there."
"That's debatable."
"Hey! At least I didn't have to strip you down and wash you off like our guest."
"You're right. Bullet wounds are preferable." He lay back and let her do her work, "Sounds like Amelia's making herself comfortable."
"Yeah. When does your friend Melissa get off duty?"
"In a few days. I think she might be the only one who can talk to Amelia. We'll just let her do what she wants until then." Janine slapped a bandage over the stitched wound and he threw his shirt and coat back on, "Just make sure she doesn't set anything on fire."
"Why not?" Janine shrugged, "Most of our guests do that anyway."
@.Longshot.: Getting up and tip-toeing to the door, she closed and locked it. In the middle of the night, she'd managed to slip by the security systems and retrieve the still-full flask from the room that she'd been cleaned in. It'd been 'confiscated' from her jacket. Taking a seat on the bed, she pulled it out from under her pillow and un-screwed the cap, tilting her head back and taking a drink.
@Amelia_: "You know that's how you got into this mess, right?" asked Longshot through the door, "Not to mention it smells like hand sanitizer."
@.Longshot.: She set it down immediately after taking a drink. "Of course you'd be watching for it.." Her fingers grabbed the remote and paused the episode she had playing. Not like she'd be able to pay attention anyways. "And.. I'm fine. Plus, my 'mess' has nothing to do with alcohol. It's an after-effect."
@Amelia_: "Sorry. Doctor's orders." Longshot replied, "And since she can't smell liquor from a block away, the task falls on me. Mind if I come in."
@Amelia_: Longshot entered and sat down in a chair in the corner of the room. "Well, you're staying here. This is your space. I've got no right to just barge in. This isn't a hospital, Amelia. It's a home. For as long as you need it, it's a home."
@Amelia_: "Believe me, if there's one thing Melissa can endure, it's playing healer." he paused, "Endure's not the right word. As much as it wears on her, she genuinely likes helping people. That, more than anything, is what got me to pick up the bow when my life turned south."
@.Longshot.: Amelia was trying to find a reason to turn it back on her. Part of her wanted to somehow get him out of there, so she could finish that flask. "Guess so. I just.." Her sentence trailed off into nothingness midway. For once, she was having difficulty vocalizing what was on her mind."Nevermind. Can't really change that anyways, so there's no use putting much thought to it."
@Amelia_: Her skip in tone and heartbeat was almost undeniable to Longshot, but he lay back and acted as if he had detected nothing. "Knowing her, she'd let you." he said, "You two are pretty close, aren't you?"
@Amelia_: He had no need to know why she was lying, nor did he have a right. He simply nodded and played along, "How long were you sleeping out on that park bench before you drunk dialed her?"
@Amelia_: "Melissa will stop by in a couple days." he said, rising up out of his chair, "She can help you sort this out better than I can."
@Amelia_: "She's pulled people out of worse." Longshot said as he turned and opened the door. Before he left, he loocked back over his shoulder and whispered, "Good night, Amelia."
@Amelia_: Longshot sat on the top floor of the Beacon, the pale moonlight pouring in through the snow-heaped windows. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands over his mouth. His jacket was draped over the back of the couch, along with his mask. The short sleeves of his black t-shirts exposed the freshly made scars that lay atop a tapestry of old wounds. He looked into the dark edges of the room, his eyes slowly wandering to the picture on the coffee table. It seemed he was due for a restless night as well.
@.Longshot.: Amelia pushed herself to her feet, having noted that she hadn't exactly gone out of her way to be friendly to the guy. Walking to the elevators, she called it down to her, then stepped in when the doors opened. Her thumb pressed the the button for the top floor, and she shoved her hands into her pockets, humming the Game of Thrones theme while she waited. It eventually stopped, and she stepped out onto the top floor, immediately thinking of excuses for why she was up here. "Longshot.. it's.. ah, it's Amelia. Just.. wanted to come up here and find out if you had a computer I could.." She swore, rolling her eyes, then walked towards the center of the room, looking for the vigilante. Her eyes were glued to the floor when she stopped in front of a couch. "I wanted to apologize. I could've been a helluva lot nicer in there.."
@Amelia_: "No. You've been through a lot." the archer replied, keeping his eyes locked on the picture, "This place is foreign to you. You're out of of your element, isolated and alone out here. It's completely understandable you'd push somebody away when they're looking over your shoulder, even if they're trying to help. Because there really is no way to help. There's no way to turn somebody around, no matter how much you care about them. You can only hope that they can pull themselves out on the other side."
@.Longshot.: "I drank until I passed out on three separate occasions. Hardly going through a lot.." There was a bitter self-loathing to the way she spoke. She got a look at the skin on the back of his head, and took note of the disfigurement. It didn't bother her. If anything.. she was used to looking at skin like that. "And if they don't fix themselves..?"
@Amelia_: "Then you keep trying." he replied, hardly realizing that he had allowed her to see him as he truly was. He just kept staring at the picture, "You hold on and fight even though you know you'll never get them back. You never give up on the people you love, no matter what. Just human nature."
@.Longshot.: "How did you kn-" Her sentence stopped halfway through, and she swallowed. "It was that obvious.. then? Figured I'd of come off as some random drunk chick." She leaned up against one wall, staring downwards, letting her bangs obscure her vision. "I really am bad at that. Heh."
@Amelia_: "In my experience, people spill their guts more than they're aware of. Alcohol has nothing to do with it."
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