Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 2: Prospect Creek]
08-18-2010, 06:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
While the temperature was a welcome relief, being a bit closer to Hattal norm, the wind and dust weren't kind to Geoff's large eyes. Squeezing them shut, he stumbled blindly forward, holding one arm in front of his face and feeling around before him with the other. One step at a time, he made his way ahead, and he was eventually rewarded with the smack of his hand against wood. Groping around, he found that he was up against a wall, and, following it to one side, he eventually located the door.
Well, the doorway, at least. There was nothing in the frame, and upon entering, he found that one wall was missing as well. A brief glimpse around, though, showed that there was another door on the far wall, and this one was actually intact.
He slipped a bit on the piled-up sand as he made his way through the room, but he made it across eventually. The small, dark room on the other side was a welcome relief, and, opening his eyes, he was glad to not be blinded by the dust.
The room, as it turned out, was a smith's supply room. After a moment's thought, Geoff supposed it made sense- the missing wall of the front room hadn't been broken down or worn away, it had simply never been. That would have been where the smith worked for most of the day, the lack of a wall serving as ventilation.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he turned to look around the room. A few minutes of searching later, he emerged from the room, his eyes covered by a pair of goggles and his nose and mouth by a rag. The goggles didn't exactly do much for his peripheral vision, but at least he could see.
He started down the street, but stopped after just a few steps. He untied the rag, sniffed it, then sniffed the air. It wasn't just the rag- there was a smell in the air, a smell he recognized but couldn't place, a smell he knew he knew but couldn't remember. It teased him, hovering just a tiny bit out of reach, taunting him in a way that never failed to frustrate him.
Bah. Dwelling on it wouldn't help, he knew. He'd always realize what it was the exact moment it became irrelevant. It was the way of those things, and he wasn't going to argue with it.
Retying the rag, he started off down the street again. If there was one place where people would be gathering, it would be the largest building around, and that's where he needed to be.
While the temperature was a welcome relief, being a bit closer to Hattal norm, the wind and dust weren't kind to Geoff's large eyes. Squeezing them shut, he stumbled blindly forward, holding one arm in front of his face and feeling around before him with the other. One step at a time, he made his way ahead, and he was eventually rewarded with the smack of his hand against wood. Groping around, he found that he was up against a wall, and, following it to one side, he eventually located the door.
Well, the doorway, at least. There was nothing in the frame, and upon entering, he found that one wall was missing as well. A brief glimpse around, though, showed that there was another door on the far wall, and this one was actually intact.
He slipped a bit on the piled-up sand as he made his way through the room, but he made it across eventually. The small, dark room on the other side was a welcome relief, and, opening his eyes, he was glad to not be blinded by the dust.
The room, as it turned out, was a smith's supply room. After a moment's thought, Geoff supposed it made sense- the missing wall of the front room hadn't been broken down or worn away, it had simply never been. That would have been where the smith worked for most of the day, the lack of a wall serving as ventilation.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he turned to look around the room. A few minutes of searching later, he emerged from the room, his eyes covered by a pair of goggles and his nose and mouth by a rag. The goggles didn't exactly do much for his peripheral vision, but at least he could see.
He started down the street, but stopped after just a few steps. He untied the rag, sniffed it, then sniffed the air. It wasn't just the rag- there was a smell in the air, a smell he recognized but couldn't place, a smell he knew he knew but couldn't remember. It teased him, hovering just a tiny bit out of reach, taunting him in a way that never failed to frustrate him.
Bah. Dwelling on it wouldn't help, he knew. He'd always realize what it was the exact moment it became irrelevant. It was the way of those things, and he wasn't going to argue with it.
Retying the rag, he started off down the street again. If there was one place where people would be gathering, it would be the largest building around, and that's where he needed to be.