Yupp, I've got some ideas for the next page and the following AND EVEN AFTER THAT~ now its only a matter of free time I have to work on the pages themselves. okay, so enjoy to those who read this and hope you like it and THANK YOU FOR READING *deep breath* <33
Edit: Crap, so in the third panel (the triangle) Ellie's words are green; they are supposed to be blue. my bad~
Page Twenty-Four:
Aug~! Go away!! I'm busy. I shoot the though back at Sam, hoping he hears the edge in my voice.
Aww, but I wanna talk to you! and you don't want me to embarrass you in front of Louie, do you? MAN, she's got quite the temper, yes? His voice rings bubbly in my head and I know tone does show through a though mail.
You have to GO cause I cant focus with your nagging voice in my head. so shoo~! I think back.
I can stay long as I want, truth be told. So, I wont be the nagging voice, he seems to pause, did I hear a breath through the thought mail? I look around, seeing that Louie is occupied with leading me through a worn out trail; I'm not sure where she's leading me. I sigh; the weather is so nice, even with the light but crisp breeze that lifts my hair from my shoulders. there aren't really seasons in the Districts, its basically whatever the government and officials want to be throughout the day. realistically, they could make it hail in the morning, then scorch the earth dry with a hot sun by dusk.
Ah! I have an idea. wanna hear my idea? Sam's thoughts jerk me from my own thoughts and back to the conversation.
No, not particularly.
Well, you don't have a choice. I was thinking... Sam goes on to explain some first-day-tour that Louie usually gives and he said he would try to get me away from it cause its so boring as he phrased it. I push my hands to my ears, knowing it wont do any good, but it at least lessens the migraine beginning to pound in my temples.
Louie stops and looks over her shoulder, "The officers bothering you?" she asks, not much concern in her voice. I nod with a solemn expression, almost embarrassed to mention that Sam is in my thoughts - metaphorically and literally.
Louie rolls her shoulders and turns to face me, dropping her hand into her pocket and pulling and object out. Extending her arm and uncoiling her fingers, I see a pair of ear-buds in the palm of her hand. I raise a brow with caution and confusion. "Its for vocal transmission rather than through thought mail. You hear from the buds, and there's a microphone embedded in the cord." She pinches the cord a little, making it seem like she is turning it on; and maybe she is. I wouldn't know.
Taking the buds from her hand, I place them in my ears, though the buzz of Sam's voice still sounds loud and clear.. "Um, I still hear S- er, the officers." I say, sputtering a little.
"Right, I thought you would know to jam your TM." when I don't say anything, Louie looks at me skeptically, "You know how to right?" she asks.
I shake my head and she responds with a heavy sigh and crosses her arms. "Okay, you can jam your PC right? Its basically the same thing. cram it with random info and then think 'passcode:' and pick a password to open it up again. then when you focus in unlocking, make a command and think your password."
I do as she says, and sure enough, Sam's voice cuts off dead sentence. I sigh with relief, "Ahh... Sweet, sweet silence..." I say to myself.
"Come on, I will show you around. Comin'?" Louie has set off again and calls this over her shoulder.
Leading me to a oval shapes clearing, Louie points out various tents and tee-pee like structures. they range in size, and towards the center there is a larger one with a red splotchy cross painted in the sheets. "Camp," she shifts her gaze to some crates and bags of different sizes, "supplies..." then she turns to the large tent with the red cross, "medical. used semi-often, and the injuries are only bad once in a while." my stomach flips, wondering what type of 'bad injuries' people get here.
Louie leads me down one of the five trails that branch out from the main clearing. as we walk deeper into the brush of the forest, I begin to hear clanks and cursing and wood hitting wood and things of that sort. I step closer to Louie, and she glances down at me with a smirk, but I can tell she has that motherly-trait buried deep beneath her tough ego.
"And there's..." she pauses, seeming to add emphasis, then points through the trees where I can vaguely see figures running about and throwing their limbs in various directions; AT various people. "Is the practice lot. There aren't many-"
"Ellie!" The peachy bright and bubbly voice rings vocal now, no longer nagging in my head; cutting Louie off. Sam comes jogging up, now wearing a blue jacket that hangs loosely over a loose white t-shirt. I groan as he stops by my side, looking between Louie and myself like the way you would imagine a puppy smiling.
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Aug~! Go away!! I'm busy. I shoot the though back at Sam, hoping he hears the edge in my voice.
Aww, but I wanna talk to you! and you don't want me to embarrass you in front of Louie, do you? MAN, she's got quite the temper, yes? His voice rings bubbly in my head and I know tone does show through a though mail.
You have to GO cause I cant focus with your nagging voice in my head. so shoo~! I think back.
I can stay long as I want, truth be told. So, I wont be the nagging voice, he seems to pause, did I hear a breath through the thought mail? I look around, seeing that Louie is occupied with leading me through a worn out trail; I'm not sure where she's leading me. I sigh; the weather is so nice, even with the light but crisp breeze that lifts my hair from my shoulders. there aren't really seasons in the Districts, its basically whatever the government and officials want to be throughout the day. realistically, they could make it hail in the morning, then scorch the earth dry with a hot sun by dusk.
Ah! I have an idea. wanna hear my idea? Sam's thoughts jerk me from my own thoughts and back to the conversation.
No, not particularly.
Well, you don't have a choice. I was thinking... Sam goes on to explain some first-day-tour that Louie usually gives and he said he would try to get me away from it cause its so boring as he phrased it. I push my hands to my ears, knowing it wont do any good, but it at least lessens the migraine beginning to pound in my temples.
Louie stops and looks over her shoulder, "The officers bothering you?" she asks, not much concern in her voice. I nod with a solemn expression, almost embarrassed to mention that Sam is in my thoughts - metaphorically and literally.
Louie rolls her shoulders and turns to face me, dropping her hand into her pocket and pulling and object out. Extending her arm and uncoiling her fingers, I see a pair of ear-buds in the palm of her hand. I raise a brow with caution and confusion. "Its for vocal transmission rather than through thought mail. You hear from the buds, and there's a microphone embedded in the cord." She pinches the cord a little, making it seem like she is turning it on; and maybe she is. I wouldn't know.
Taking the buds from her hand, I place them in my ears, though the buzz of Sam's voice still sounds loud and clear.. "Um, I still hear S- er, the officers." I say, sputtering a little.
"Right, I thought you would know to jam your TM." when I don't say anything, Louie looks at me skeptically, "You know how to right?" she asks.
I shake my head and she responds with a heavy sigh and crosses her arms. "Okay, you can jam your PC right? Its basically the same thing. cram it with random info and then think 'passcode:' and pick a password to open it up again. then when you focus in unlocking, make a command and think your password."
I do as she says, and sure enough, Sam's voice cuts off dead sentence. I sigh with relief, "Ahh... Sweet, sweet silence..." I say to myself.
"Come on, I will show you around. Comin'?" Louie has set off again and calls this over her shoulder.
Leading me to a oval shapes clearing, Louie points out various tents and tee-pee like structures. they range in size, and towards the center there is a larger one with a red splotchy cross painted in the sheets. "Camp," she shifts her gaze to some crates and bags of different sizes, "supplies..." then she turns to the large tent with the red cross, "medical. used semi-often, and the injuries are only bad once in a while." my stomach flips, wondering what type of 'bad injuries' people get here.
Louie leads me down one of the five trails that branch out from the main clearing. as we walk deeper into the brush of the forest, I begin to hear clanks and cursing and wood hitting wood and things of that sort. I step closer to Louie, and she glances down at me with a smirk, but I can tell she has that motherly-trait buried deep beneath her tough ego.
"And there's..." she pauses, seeming to add emphasis, then points through the trees where I can vaguely see figures running about and throwing their limbs in various directions; AT various people. "Is the practice lot. There aren't many-"
"Ellie!" The peachy bright and bubbly voice rings vocal now, no longer nagging in my head; cutting Louie off. Sam comes jogging up, now wearing a blue jacket that hangs loosely over a loose white t-shirt. I groan as he stops by my side, looking between Louie and myself like the way you would imagine a puppy smiling.
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