Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 19:22:41 GMT -5
A quickened pace as her little feet shuffled along in her black combat boots, Amy kept pace with Graves as she looked up to his stoic face. His expression seemed severe and focused, almost as if scowling. It seemed he had no intent on answering her question. But it also seemed like he had something on his mind, and may not have heard her soft voice ask in the first place.
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. She was about to find out, as they soon were climbing up the stairs to a particular house. Taking care to follow right behind Graves, as she didn't think he'd appreciate dawdling, she stood upon the front porch to the right side of the door as he tried the handle. She could see his expression shift into anger before banging his fist on the door and yelling.
"Flynn, you drunk bastard open the god dam door!"
Well, this was going to be another violent spectacle, she was sure. Leisurely, it seemed, the man opened the door to answer Graves' knocking. Just as soon as he'd open the door, she jumped as Graves literally grabbed the man and shoved him back inside.
Her heart beat wildly...she felt like she was about to witness him beat this man bloody, and her fists and jaw clenched as she took a deep breath and held it, now standing at the doorway as she looked in upon the two men with a worried expression. She didn't quite understand what exactly was happening. Back home, there were plenty of girls who would have fallen over themselves for a shot at such a 'manly' man. Someone who was bold, arrogant, and violent, because they liked the bad boys. And though physically, Graves could be described as an attractive male according to the standards of the general population, besides that...Amy saw him as dangerous.
It looked like Graves wanted to bludgeon the man over and over again until he didn't move, but for some reason...he didn't. It was almost like he...held back? Could it be it was because she was standing there? Whatever the reason, she was glad for it.
Graves yelled some things at the man, and demanded he saw to them promptly. She nearly lost balance trying to get out of the way quick enough as she watched the man fly out of the house, seeming to run for his life before Graves changed his mind. Her eyes immediately darted back to Graves, watching him carefully, taking great care to exercise caution around him until she learned more about him. He seemed to be quite a loose canon with a short fuse.
Then...he smiled at her.
She was almost shocked at the sudden mood change, almost. It wasn't so uncommon for a bipolar in the ward to have such episodes...she just hadn't seen it in quite a while...so it caught her a bit off guard.
"Come on in Amy, i'll teach you how to be a look out, before we move on to the next task... It should only take a few hours until the next shift comes by to relieve us...."
A lookout. Sounded interesting...though she could only speculate what it meant. She supposed it meant looking out around the perimeter, alerting others to the presence of some of those monsters? But it was only speculation, and in this place, anything could mean something entirely different than what the sane mind was used to.
Not that hers was much of a sane mind to begin with, or much at all.
Nodding, she gracefully stepped inside and closed the door behind her, hesitating for a moment before allowing the latch to click. Had she really just put herself behind closed doors with this sort of man?
Something about him seemed to scare her, but comfort her, at the same time. Scare her, because he seemed to be on the verge of violence at the drop of a hat. Comfort her, because someone like that on your side meant protection...but there was always that chance. That chance, that like a good family dog, that they could turn on you in an instant and leave you helpless to do anything about it.
And in closed quarters with such a man, it seemed that Amy could be so helpless.
She felt each step she took on the stairs thudding in her chest, and seeming to echo in her mind. She'd closed the door and was following him even further into the house, into the enclosed upstairs space. Smart.
Swallowing hard, Amy turned and entered the room where he sat back with a weapon in hand. It looked like she had been correct in her assumption of what the 'lookout' job entailed.
Her heart thudding as she stepped closer and stopped in front of him, her long skirt swished and eventually draped against her frame, becoming motionless. The sunlight from the window poured in, casting their long shadows on the wall behind, illuminating her porcelain skin in a bright, but warm, orange glow.
Her gaze rose to the scoped rifle, then up to his eyes. Here was a man so blunt and brutal, with such a gentle and serene figure before him...
Certainly a good example of a lamb in a wolf's company, if there ever was one.
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. She was about to find out, as they soon were climbing up the stairs to a particular house. Taking care to follow right behind Graves, as she didn't think he'd appreciate dawdling, she stood upon the front porch to the right side of the door as he tried the handle. She could see his expression shift into anger before banging his fist on the door and yelling.
"Flynn, you drunk bastard open the god dam door!"
Well, this was going to be another violent spectacle, she was sure. Leisurely, it seemed, the man opened the door to answer Graves' knocking. Just as soon as he'd open the door, she jumped as Graves literally grabbed the man and shoved him back inside.
Her heart beat wildly...she felt like she was about to witness him beat this man bloody, and her fists and jaw clenched as she took a deep breath and held it, now standing at the doorway as she looked in upon the two men with a worried expression. She didn't quite understand what exactly was happening. Back home, there were plenty of girls who would have fallen over themselves for a shot at such a 'manly' man. Someone who was bold, arrogant, and violent, because they liked the bad boys. And though physically, Graves could be described as an attractive male according to the standards of the general population, besides that...Amy saw him as dangerous.
It looked like Graves wanted to bludgeon the man over and over again until he didn't move, but for some reason...he didn't. It was almost like he...held back? Could it be it was because she was standing there? Whatever the reason, she was glad for it.
Graves yelled some things at the man, and demanded he saw to them promptly. She nearly lost balance trying to get out of the way quick enough as she watched the man fly out of the house, seeming to run for his life before Graves changed his mind. Her eyes immediately darted back to Graves, watching him carefully, taking great care to exercise caution around him until she learned more about him. He seemed to be quite a loose canon with a short fuse.
Then...he smiled at her.
She was almost shocked at the sudden mood change, almost. It wasn't so uncommon for a bipolar in the ward to have such episodes...she just hadn't seen it in quite a while...so it caught her a bit off guard.
"Come on in Amy, i'll teach you how to be a look out, before we move on to the next task... It should only take a few hours until the next shift comes by to relieve us...."
A lookout. Sounded interesting...though she could only speculate what it meant. She supposed it meant looking out around the perimeter, alerting others to the presence of some of those monsters? But it was only speculation, and in this place, anything could mean something entirely different than what the sane mind was used to.
Not that hers was much of a sane mind to begin with, or much at all.
Nodding, she gracefully stepped inside and closed the door behind her, hesitating for a moment before allowing the latch to click. Had she really just put herself behind closed doors with this sort of man?
Something about him seemed to scare her, but comfort her, at the same time. Scare her, because he seemed to be on the verge of violence at the drop of a hat. Comfort her, because someone like that on your side meant protection...but there was always that chance. That chance, that like a good family dog, that they could turn on you in an instant and leave you helpless to do anything about it.
And in closed quarters with such a man, it seemed that Amy could be so helpless.
She felt each step she took on the stairs thudding in her chest, and seeming to echo in her mind. She'd closed the door and was following him even further into the house, into the enclosed upstairs space. Smart.
Swallowing hard, Amy turned and entered the room where he sat back with a weapon in hand. It looked like she had been correct in her assumption of what the 'lookout' job entailed.
Her heart thudding as she stepped closer and stopped in front of him, her long skirt swished and eventually draped against her frame, becoming motionless. The sunlight from the window poured in, casting their long shadows on the wall behind, illuminating her porcelain skin in a bright, but warm, orange glow.
Her gaze rose to the scoped rifle, then up to his eyes. Here was a man so blunt and brutal, with such a gentle and serene figure before him...
Certainly a good example of a lamb in a wolf's company, if there ever was one.