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Post by KALEB JAMES CROSS on Oct 21, 2012 15:17:37 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] understanding me[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;] [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]He watched from the third floor of a deteriorating building as several feral children ran around the abandoned courtyard below. They had decided to play a game of cops and robbers and used the debris for hideouts or to shout ‘base’ whenever someone came close to capturing the robbers. It wasn’t long before a pair was shouting at one another about an overturned desk being a base or not. The first boy still had his hand on the base while the other one shouted at him with his hands on his hips. Kaleb simply watched on knowing that those brats wouldn’t have listened to him to begin with. Most of the kids around here were little shits who liked to drop unmentionable things into his shoes if he left them out anywhere. Eventually the shouting turned into shoving and hair pulling. The rest of the kids gathered around them to either sigh or cheer on one or the other. Kaleb rolled his eyes and continued to remind himself that his influence would do nothing to stop them. Someone would eventually get a bloodied lip or hurt their arm too bad and start to cry. With kids like this there was no telling how long that would take or if crying would stop them. Life without parents and life without a proper home sort of did that to kids, he guessed.
The sight of kids throwing one another around soon grew annoying. Kaleb leaned up against the shaky railing and wrinkled his features as he looked down at them. Those little shits were being so loud he doubted that they could even – eh, he could shout at the top of his lungs when he needed to and he’d been told more than once that he could be a loudmouth. All he had to do was suck in a deep breath and…
“Hey, you little shits! Cut it before I make you!”
Bingo! A dozen pairs of eyes shot up at him and that included the two who were fighting one another. At first he was certain that they were all just going to turn their heads and go back to their business or just shout a few things and carry on with their game. But, to his surprise, a few of them actually ran off! Hah! He’d actually been able to scare some of them off for once! There were still some of them left but he grew slightly more confident in their depleted numbers.
Kaleb watched as one of the kids cupped his hands around his mouth to shout back up at him. He couldn’t make out the words. Kaleb lifted his hand to his ear to show that he couldn’t hear what the kid was saying. The kid shouted up at him again and this time Kaleb did manage to hear what he had to say.
“I said shut up, old guy!” Kaleb felt himself bristle at that. He gritted his teeth and murmured ‘you little shit’ under his breath more than once. The rest of the kids were clearly amused by Kaleb’s reaction and many of them had now regained their earlier bravado and shouted a few things about an old man up at him. Jesus, why did these kids always have to give him so much shit!
“Alright, you little assholes,” he murmured and turned to start down the stairs. “I’ll just get rid of you this way.”
He noted that as soon as he had started hurrying down the only remaining staircase the kids started to bolt back out into the wild world of broken cars and cracked streets. He shout have been happy with just that but decided that he’d go ahead and make a himself a little clearer by going all the way out. He’d be damned if he had a bunch of kids tearing one another’s heads off while he was around! Oh, that and he wasn’t really too thrilled about them calling him an old man.
“Better hope you found a good spot to hide because when I’m done with-“
Kaleb’s words were lost when he felt a sudden tug from his old friend gravity. The boards under his front foot splintered and cracked apart causing him to fall forward into the remaining wooden steps. Thanks to his foot being trapped in a hole he was not able to fall down the steps… so he just laid out awkwardly across them. Splinters were stuck into his chin and palms now and he the sound of giggling was more than obvious. He carefully removed his foot and then slid the rest of the way down the steps. Once he was on solid ground he practically leapt up onto his feet. He waved off several of the faces he could see watching him. They complied but not without continuing with their laughter. Kaleb rubbed his chin and pulled at the splinters but decided that his cut up arms needed more attention. Cut up… nah, scuffed. Dull scratches with curled skin were all. There was hardly any blood.
“God damn little punks fighting around here and calling me old,” he murmured while rubbing his arms. “Show them…”[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for kat[/style][/style] |
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Post by KATARINA LYNN MORRIS on Oct 21, 2012 15:59:42 GMT -8
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: KALEB WORDS: 596 ONE LAST THING: SHE LOVES HIM.
The day wasn’t holding much fun, and Katarina needed fresh air. The abandoned cities were always a nice place to be. As dismal as they may appear, they held so much history and items that could be beneficial to her cause. The Outlands may have been not have been the most clean of places, but out here Kat felt like she could breathe. The air of Utopia choked her, suffocated her until she would pass out. Or maybe that was the people? Or both? Either way, she felt better out here than in that distopia.
The cities weren’t far. After the revolution they were left to decay. The elements battered the old buildings until they began to crumble away. Kat made sure to step lightly when she was out exploring the old buildings. At any moment the whole building might go if she wasn’t careful. On occasion she had lost a resistance member from going into these buildings. Sounds began to fill her ears. Peeking through the courtyard she spotted a few kids playing with each other. Cops and robbers was never a game she had played as a child. The idea of robbers in Utopia was ridiculous. Everything was perfect there. She watched them bicker, snickering to herself. Children were so funny, and so innocent. She wished for that innocence, to be oblivious to the world around her, but that wasn’t the case.
From an early age Katarina knew that she didn’t quite fit in with the other children of Utopia. Her brother noticed it too, but as much as he tried she never wanted anything to do with others in that city. She remembered what it felt like the day she left Utopia. Freedom was in her grasp. No more stuffy people. No more social parties. It was like she was alive again. Yet, she knew that those kids would have killed to have her life. They would have walked on hot coals for miles to have the life. They could have her life. Maybe that’s what she should have done? She should have had someone take her place, but her brother wouldn’t have agreed to that. It wouldn’t have been the same, and it would have been obvious to her parents in the personality change. It was better this way if she stayed missing from Utopia.
There was a voice suddenly, causing her to peek out and search for the source. Up above was none other than Kaleb. Of course he would be shouting at the kids. She wasn’t sure if it would do much good, but was surprised when some of them scattered from the courtyard. But they had to shout back. Katarina rolled her eyes at the comment made to Kaleb, knowing it would get him steamed, but she wasn’t expecting the stairs to give way beneath him. The crash made her move from her spot across the courtyard to him. The kids scattered around her as they headed for a new playing area or headed home.
Katarina only shook her head at Kaleb as she folded her arms across her chest. “Honestly, I don’t know why you let them get to you. They’re just kids. If you wanted to scare them you should have just pointed a gun at them.” She knelt down and pulled the bag off her back. Digging around she removed a water bottle and small rag, soaking it and wiping at his wounds. “I can’t afford to lose my best hacker, Kaleb. Who on earth could I get to replace you?” she asked with sincere smile.
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Post by KALEB JAMES CROSS on Oct 21, 2012 16:52:56 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] understanding me[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]It was surprising to see Kat hurrying over in his direction. It was surprising but it probably should not have been. Just leave it to her to able to catch him at exactly the right moment to chastise him and help him clean up a mess. Well, those two things and to catch him when he was at his absolute finest. It was a miracle that he had managed to get himself into the Resistance with his sort of luck. If it had not been for the skills and knowledge he had acquired throughout his lifetime then he probably would not have gotten in. He doubted that he could have worked any charms on Katarina and gave silent praise to his father for teaching him the ropes to something that had come in handy.
Kaleb flinched away from her when she started to clean off his arms. He put his hands around himself protectively to glare down at her. She may have been the leader of the cause he had joined up with but that did not mean that he would treat her like a goddess! Besides he had only just received his injuries and wanted to doubt their need for any kind of attention from anyone other than himself.
“Yeah, but they’re just kids,” he replied back to her with some obvious malice in his voice. He huffed and flinched away from her again. “Ouch, damn it, Kat! That hurts!”
Unfortunately for Kaleb he could not hang onto his temper for too long. Sure those kids had put him in a sour mood and falling on his face had put him into an even worse mood but with some of the right words he was not a difficult person to pull back into optimism. Even if there were someone else as good as him in their group he still prided himself in his ability and would take any opportunity that he could to puff out his chest. Besides Kaleb was pretty sure that he really was the best and would accept any challenger who dared to oppose him… he hadn’t met too many of them yet though.
“I don’t think a fall down some stairs could take me down,” he commented with a shrug of his shoulders. The anger had left his voice but he still kept his brow furrowed to keep up an act of being ruffled. He gave a dramatic sigh and snatched the raw away from her. He held it up against one of his torn elbows and did his best to pretend that it didn’t hurt like a bitch. “Doesn’t hurt… one bit,” he said wincing a bit.
He decided that his best bet to not look like a completely cream puff was to change the topic. He moved a few steps away from the stairs and glanced around her to make sure the brats had really made a run for it. When he still caught sight or some curious eyes he glared at them extra hard until they disappeared from sight.
“Those damn kids. They act like a bunch of animals…” he started under his breath. Then he cleared his throat and looked back over to his brown eyed friend. “What are you doing out here anyways?” He smirked. “Shouldn’t you be doing like… boss stuff or something?”[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for kat[/style][/style] |
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Post by KATARINA LYNN MORRIS on Oct 21, 2012 17:27:09 GMT -8
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: KALEB WORDS: 441 ONE LAST THING: SHE LOVES HIM.
Ah, Kaleb never failed to amuse her. Strange how he was the older one yet acted like such a child. Maybe that’s why he was one of her favorites. That brother-sister relationship she shared with him made it special. Since she left her own brother behind she need something to fill the void. Kaleb had been that person. Life as the resistance leader would have been much more difficult if she were doing it all alone. Thank goodness for Kaleb, but he was such a child sometimes. He wasn’t anything like her brother. Of course he would flinch away, but she was persistent in everything she did and was going to make sure that his wounds were somewhat clean. The last thing he needed was an infection.
Her eyes rolled at his protest. “If you would hold still it wouldn’t hurt so much! Stop being such a child, Kaleb.” A few more times she touched the injury before he ripped the rag from her hand and moved away. A sigh of frustration left her lips as her hands clenched into fists. It was obvious that it was still painful. Moving towards him Katarina gave him a small punch to his stomach. “Would stop trying to act like it doesn’t hurt. I don’t want you getting an infection because you refused to let me clean up those scrapes.”
She took the rag back from him and continued to examine him. For now it was all she was going to get. Later when they returned she would make sure that the nurse looked at him. Who knows what was in these old buildings. So many rotten planks of wood and rusted pieces of metal. Any of these could cause a deadly infection. Kat put away the rag and bottle of water before turning back to her hacker. “I could be doing boss stuff, but I wanted some fresh air. And a little exercise. I get bored being stuck there and staring at maps all day. There’s only so long I can handle it before I feel like I’m cross-eyed.”
Kat walked past Kaleb, stepping carefully as to not suffer the same fate as Kaleb. “What are you doing out here, besides yelling at kids and falling down stairs? Surely you came out here to do something productive?” She snickered walking past him. Her eyes spotted broken concrete and reinforced steel that had crumbled to the ground at some point. It stacked up to the second floor, and she carefully stepped on each piece until reaching the next level. Again she walked carefully across the old concrete until coming to a window.
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Post by KALEB JAMES CROSS on Oct 21, 2012 19:28:30 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] understanding me[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Who was she calling a child? Kaleb shot Katarina a look that showed he did not approve of being called a child. After all it had been a bunch of rowdy kids that he had just run off. There was no way that he was even remotely comparable to that bunch! If anything Kaleb was a mature young man totally capable of handling mature situations. These types of situations included getting rid of bratty kids and sucking it up when he had a few layers of skin missing from his arms! He also narrowed his eyes at her determinedly when she insisted that it did indeed hurt. Well even if it did hurt (which it did) he would not be sharing that information with her! Err—he wouldn’t be sharing that information with her again rather since he had already sort of shouted it out when she tried to wipe him off with that stupid rag of hers which he still held closely to the scrapped flesh on one of his elbows. He tightened up his lips to further prove that it really did not (did) hurt at all! She could take her sympathy (grudgingly) to someone else for all he (did) care.
“They’re not going to get infected,” he snapped at her. He was still obviously hurt over being called a child. He winced again when she tore the rag from his fingers. He once again gave Katarina a glare but then zeroed back in on the rag that she held. He purposely pulled his arms away from her just to make her life a little more difficult. He even covered the scrapes with his hands so that she could not get to all of them. He would show her who the childish one was! Oh, wait a minute…
Kaleb snorted. Of course he wasn’t out here being productive but neither was she. Just like her, he needed to have his breaks and he currently had nothing better to do than hang over a ledge and watch a bunch of kids play games all afternoon long.
A look of concern suddenly crossed over Kaleb’s face and he hurried around in front of her before she wandered too far away from him. He bent over and stared her straight in the eye for a moment. He raised a hand and used his knuckles to gently knock on her forehead. Then he yanked the rag back from her hands.
“Huh, good news, boss, you aren’t cross-eyed,” he informed her while once again stepping away from her. He turned to watch as she climbed up the pile of debris. He busied himself by pulling splinters of rotted wood from his arms. “I don’t have to be productive twenty-four seven. Do you know what it’s like staring at a crappy computer screen all day long and constantly getting disconnected from everything since… well, I don’t exactly get a good signal when there aren’t many signals.”
He stepped toward the rubble but didn’t bother with following her up any of it. He had already broken through stairs and he doubted that any of this crap could support his frame. So he just looked up at her with a crooked grin.
“Hey, you heard anything good lately?”[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for kat[/style][/style] |
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Post by KATARINA LYNN MORRIS on Oct 23, 2012 14:56:43 GMT -8
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: KALEB WORDS: 441 ONE LAST THING: SHE LOVES HIM.
Sometimes Kat felt that it was hopeless to get through that thick skull of Kaleb’s. yet, she still loved him. If he wanted to be stubborn by all means he could let those wounds get infected. He just better not come crying to her when his injuries are oozing blood and pus. The thought alone made her sick to her stomach, giving her a shiver. Yuck. That was an image she could have done without for the day. Kaleb could snap and defend all he wanted, but she was just looking out for him. He was one of the few that Katarina felt closest to in the resistance she had started. The last thing she wanted was to lose her brother.
Again, she wanted to punch him in the gut for knocking on her head like that. Of course she wasn’t crossed-eyed. God help her if she was. She’s have to wear sunglasses all the time so people wouldn’t stare. Then again they’d probably think that she had pink eye all the time. Again that was a gross thought. She had it when she was kid once, and it was the worst experience ever. She did everything she could to get rid of it and make sure she didn’t get it again. She waved away his hand just as he stepped aside to let her through.
Like the floor below this one was empty. Damn. Katarina was hoping for something that would give her some supplies. Water, medicine, something. Then it would give her a good reason to be out here running around. Maybe this place had a basement? She wanted to get better technology for Kaleb because she did know that the signals and computer he had weren’t the best. But in the Outlands it was first come first serve, and if you didn’t loot first then you missed out. She hoped that she would get lucky one day, hoping to surprise him one day when he came back to his office. “I’m sorry that your computer is crap. Believe me, if I could get you a better one I would.” She called down.
Moving carefully back down the rubble to took a seat at the bottom. “As far as information, I haven’t heard too much. Utopia is stepping up their border patrols after our last attempt to get in, but that’s nothing new.” For a moment to sat there, letting her eyes roam over the crumbling concrete and colorful graffiti that now decorated the building. “To be honest, I’ve trying to think of a way that we could work from inside Utopia. As much as I hate that city I know that my parents are still looking for me, but they’ll never find me there and I know that they won’t venture out side the walls to find me.”
Katarina sighed as she rubbed her temples. “I’ve thought about maybe going back to Utopia to work undercover for out cause, but my worry is that I’ll suddenly be cut off and that the government will suddenly start questioning me about what is really going on out here. There are too many flaws right now with that idea. Probably a good thing it’s the last one on my list.” she said with a weak laugh. She shook her head, “I need to get us more resources. There are only so many out here we can work with.”
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