Pinnacle -Lock please-

[DRdoctorlady]

Sunday: I post a section.
A rather largish section too.
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[AngelInWaiting]

YESSS *waiting in anticipation for Sunday* : P

[Ser'reth]

*camps out on Pinnacle thread with popcorn* I'm ready!

[Nostalgia]

. . .
Time in Poland: 17:53 *waits*
I'm very impatient, you know. I just might poke out your eye with a pencil if you don't post soon enough. >3

Also, I have a shameless advertisement of the best story on CS in my signature. I'm sure everybody here will love it. xD

[DRdoctorlady]

Okay, this isn't the uber-duber long post I wanted to make, but its better than nothing I suppose. I almost didn't write at all today, because yesterday and today I've been plagued by the disease known as Algebra *dies inside*
But, I suppose that's besides the point.
and a random note from the more authory part of me--- I sorta don't like this part in the book (from Break's prediction to now) because it seems clunky, irrelevant, and not very well thought, but meh. In different words, its held together by bits of string and retardation. I'll probably edit it out later >.>
Anyway, enough talking, book piece :D

Chapter 2f
-------->Continuation
For a moment I'm sinking back into a pit of despair, until I can snap back into the present.
"Well... you can help get the food back..." I trail off as I watch Ice carry all three boxes stacked on top of each other outside, grumbling and walking back to our 'base'.
Miffed, I turn around again, and Dagger raises a disgruntled eyebrow.
"I belive Ice has it taken care of," He says, irritated. I can still see the pain lurking in his eyes.
GEEZ.
On a complete whim, I backhand Dagger and grab his arm as he tries to regain balance, dragging him to his feet.
"What was that for?" He mutters crossly, yanking his arm out of my grip.
"For being mopey," I say, very well aware of how irksome I must sound.
"How can you not be-" He begins before I backhand him again.
"We're going shopping," I say, dragging him across the street with me. "And you are going to enjoy yourself. Comprende?"
"Shouldn't we tell someone?" Dagger sighs in a resigned manner.
Seeing as this is extremely wrong for Dagger to give a crap about things like that, I ignore him and continue walking, not sure where I'm going.
"Where are we even going?" He asks.
"Hmmmmm."
"Jarrah-"
"Shush, I'm looking," I growl, walking along trying to find something to do or entertain myself with and failing miserably.
After wandering aimlessly among the ghetto for about ten minutes, a very annoyed Ice finds us.
"Where were you? I had to carry all the food back, ALONE," He says, glaring at us. "It's heavy. And when I came back, not only was Coon screaming about his cuckoo clocks not being wound again, Rosethorn tells me I have to go get more things. With you two."
Well, this is obviously going to work out right.
Instead of having a jerk, a knife-happy teen, and me, you have a mopey person, an angry, knife-happy teen, and me.
Sighing, I follow as Ice walks steadily away.
* * *
About an hour later, we've managed to skirt around dog territory, not attract any adults or bears, Ice hasn't murdered us yet, and Dagger hasn't cheered up at all. You'd think that managing to live in a usually very dangerous place would cheer you up, but apparently seeing all the empty buildings and dead things hasn't improved his mood.
Moving stealthily among the edges of abandoned offices, we (that is, Ice and me) search for somewhere that might have food. Dagger just sort of plods on behind us.
So, as we're walking down the street, glancing at the signs on the little stores, Dagger suddenly gasps and runs ahead, whizzing past me. Looking behind me to make sure he wasn't running from something that would like to eat me, I turn around to give Dagger a quizzical look, but see he's already breaking his way into a music store, of all places. I watch, mildly concerned, as he opens opens the door and disappears inside the shop. Once I hear a loud crash, I begin running to the building, closely shadowed by Ice.
Flinging open the door and raising my knife, briefly wondering if I would have the guts to kill anything with it, I stop and see nothing dangerous inside. Looking around, I see there's a plethora of instruments, mostly pianos, and sheet music. Perplexed, I try to find Dagger in the dim light, and can't see him.
Hearing a louder crashing noise, I whip around and see Dagger sitting right below the window behind me, eagerly tearing open a box. After a moment, he whips out a keyboard, flips it over, stuffs in some batteries, and switches it on, smiling.
"Really?" I ask. "This is what you run in here for? Regardless of danger? And above that, this is what makes you happy?"
"Yeah," He says, ghosting over the keys with his fingers. After a moment of deliberation, he sets his fingers down and plays a short, simple tune, then tries something a bit more intricate. I can tell he has real skill. Ice snorts.
"I'm not carrying that home. Think about it Dagger- you've got to carry that, a pack, and a box of food when we finally go back home," He says. Dagger quirks his mouth to the side and looks thoughtful for a moment, before snagging a denim case, stuffing the piano in, and trotting out the door, rotating his cargo sideways on his way out.
"Well, that wasn't random," I say dryly. "He doesn't strike me as the piano type."
"Hmmm."
"You think he's really going to carry that all the way home? It doesn't look light," I ask.
"Hmm."
Shrugging, I walk out the door and see Dagger has slung the bag's strap around his shoulder and looks a bit like his old self.
"To answer your question, yes, I'm going to carry this back," He says, tapping his new piano lightly.
"Promise not to bludgeon anyone to death with it?" I ask warily. Dagger chooses to ignore me and continues our walk down the street.

[Ser'reth]

Oooo, wasn't expecting that :3 Dagger<3 ....I need to stop using hearts..

[DRdoctorlady]

I think that spurred from the fact that I'm trying to figure out how to play this piano haunted by my grandmother

[AngelInWaiting]

Oh mai this just made me love Dagger more, if that's possible <3 I swoon for musicians :3

[DRdoctorlady]

Yusssss :D
I feel in a writing mood... perhaps some story will appear, even though I dislike working with this clunky, awkward, fat, man-girl-child personification of this part of the book >.<

[DRdoctorlady]

Chapter 2g
-------->Continuation
After being unsucessful trying to find food in three other food stores (that were completely looted), nearly being killed in a piano vs. knife fight about halfway through, being chased by a hungry retriever, managing to find find a shop with ONLY water bottles left in it (which we took anyway), finding some random crap to stick in the house, some medical stuff for Laurel's, and some books, we began trudging home at sunset.
If you hadn't guessed already, no, we didn't run into the Regime Change or anything living (besides rats and cockroaches). With only (heavy) water bottles to show for our efforts, and a few concussions on the boy's part, we weren't particuarly happy, but then again, when are we?
Good question.
Anyway, when we reached our Pawn Shop 'citadel', it was quiet. The outside looked mostly the same except for a few things.
For one, the front door was barred by ancient looking planks, and a few 'beware of dog' signs were strewn up around the place. Rubbish, most likely cleaned out of the Pawn Shop, sat outside, almost artfully arranged. Also, the windows on the first floor were all boarded up.
I dropped my crate of water and scratched my head, trying to figure out how we were supposed to get in. After a moment, Laurels sticks her head out of a second story window and waves down at us, but doesn't speak, something I find odd. She makes motions for us to go around back. Sighing, I pick up the heavy crate and walk around, forcing open a rusted chain link gate and going through some untambed thornbushes, cursing the whole time. ice and Dagger continued to exchange some rather creative insults behind me.
The backdoor looked to be bured in trash and brambles.Wondering what, exactly, Rose and Grasswhistle had been doing all day long while I was working my arse off, the door swings open, pushing the trash and piled boxes along with it. I noticed the trash stays in its pile somehow.
"All the trash is light. I've taped them to the door and each other to give it the appearence of neglect and disuse. Clever, yes?" I hear Rosethorn say. She steps out from behind the door and ushers us inside, not giving me the chance to look at the disguise more carefully.
Inside the shop, its less crowded, with things shoved into corners and onto shelves. Its fairly dark inside, the setting sun not providing a lot of light. The only other person downstair's is Coon, who's seated behind the counter of the Pawn Shop, obsessively looking at his wrist watch. In the corner of the room I see the boxes of food we had collected earlier, already ripped open and half-eaten. It's surprisingly quiet.
Putting my cache of much needed water in the nearest open space I can find, I turn around and see Break, who had been hiding between the shelves, quiet and calm in the shadows. For once he's not muttering or doing anything weird, but he sits there, looking all around him as if he had just got here.
Hearing someone running down the stairs, I turn to see Laurels fly off the staircase, skipping the last five steps. She immediatley takes her clipboard and rips open the boxes Dagger and Ice had just set down, pawing through the contents eagerly, but silently.
Curious, I walk over to her, aware of eyes looking at me. Looking back around I see Break is watching me with a gaurded expression. Shivering, I turn around to talk to Laurels.
"Why is everyone so quiet?" I whisper.
"Rose is getting a bit more neurotic than usual, so we're not allowed to talk loudly downstairs, only upstairs, where it'd be harder to hear anything from the outside," Laurel's murmurs back, flicking a glance at Rose, who has now proceeded to build brackets on either side of the backdoor. Shaking my head, I get up and notice that both Dagger and Ice have disappeared back upstairs along with Coon.
Randomly, I begin poking through the shelves and actually getting a good look at the place, having only seen fleeting glances of the downstairs on my way in and out. It's actually pretty interesting, and sort of sad at the same time. Each and every object has a history, and nobody knows it anymore.
Feeling the claws of my memories begining to tear at my heart, I banish all thoughts of the past and turn around the corner, running straight into Break. For a moment, he seems to flicker. Not in the oh-geez-look-he's-flicking-in-and-out-of-existence-ain't-that-cool way, but he seemed to change, going from confident to scared and back again, until finally he seemed to settle, at least for a while, on the confidence.
He looks me in the eyes and puts his hands in his pockets, then scrutinizes me, as if he had never seen me before. Slightly disturbing.
Then, I catch the difference. His eyes are clearer than his normal hysterics mode, though not quite like that day in the house.
"We shouldn't have left the house," He mutters, still observing me. "The Regime Change wouldn't have found us.They don't have the intelligence. The Sci's wouldn't have been involved. Yet the idiots make the decision to leave," He whispers the last part, and looks weak, before his eyes roll up in his head. I back away quickly, freaked out. After a moment, he slumps over, seemingly exhausted, before opening his eyes again.
"187," He says to himself, ripping his hands out of his pockets to make his signals. I back out of the isle slowly, then turn to go upstairs, to get Laurel's and Badger to help him.