First Verse; the Three
Aug 28, 2018 14:02:22 GMT -6
Post by fen on Aug 28, 2018 14:02:22 GMT -6
“You still in there?”
Thumping.
It was a deep thumping, the kind of sensation that seemed to stir from deep within her chest. A heartbeat that seemed to leave her fingertips and seep into the steel confines that surrounded her. Eyes affixed at the gruff face that peeked in, minuscule green eyes peering at her as she felt an embarrassed red tint her cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry, I’ll be out in a second.”
He cracked a toothy smile, one brow quirked as he nodded. “Aye aye, ma’am, you take as much time as ya need.”
The door shut and the darkness enveloped her once more, allowing her mind to wander to her thoughts prior. It wasn’t until much later that she emerged proper, the metal door swinging upwards to welcome the light as she clawed her way out- eyes squinted at the heavy industrial sun that shot down from the roof.
What din there had been had long since disappeared. The hangar had emptied, with little else but its residents now present.
...well, mostly little else.
“Yo, miss Hero.”
She stumbled mid-crawl, her brushed back blonde hair falling onto her face as she slowly turned to the source of those words. Like a deer caught in headlights, she froze in place, midway between stepping onto one of the hangar rafters that connected to her cockpit.
“J-... Jack?!”
Much unlike a deer, or at least any regular, Earth deer, the pilot finished her mid-drop and ran towards the figure, capturing them in a half-lariat-half-hug. The two spun until they couldn’t, embraced in a tight hug that seemed to only stop when someone cleared their throat.
“Y qué, no yo?”
Her feet finally hit the ground, and even though she wanted anything but to pull away, she finally forced her arms out- putting the two of them at arm's length.
As her gaze shifted from the person she had grappled, to the person who demanded her attention, the three of them stared each other other down as if they had each been caught in an awkward crossfire.
...until, of course, they couldn’t take it and laughter took its course.
Jack Forscythe was an unassuming man that carried himself as a professional- mostly. Somewhat pale, though his oaken hair, wavy hair that framed his face always seemed to give him that suave secret agent look. Considering he made it a habit to wear his jacket more like a cape than anything else, when he was seen by the masses- he did kind of look like he was more important than he really was.
Though she knew him a little differently.
Roldán Eduardo Asís, or the man whose laughter had since engulfed theirs, seemed to tower over the two. His clean shaven, smooth face and short cut swept back dirty blonde hair, paired with that award-winning smile and sun-kissed skin made him all too popular with his coworkers. His hands came crashing down on their backs, inciting another hearty laugh (and at least a short chuckle from Jack) before the group had sufficiently mellowed out.
“So! With that out of the way, how’s our Hero of the hour, eh?” Roldán perched himself by the railing side, eyes focused on the aforementioned hero, an uncontested smirk perched right with him.
“It wasn’t anything like that-” She began, her lips tugging at a smile.
Jack interjected, “Heard you sunk a ship yourself.”
“No! No, it was more…”
“Ayyy! Mano a mano huh?”
“Guys it really-”
Jack chuckled, shooting Roldán a look, “I don’t think guns count as hand to hand combat.”
His companion couldn’t help but to shoot back, “Not with that attitude.”
”Guys!” Her voice shot out, and she grabbed both of their arms and gave them a shake. “It’s not a big deal, promise! They just… Exaggerated a bit.”
Sly glances were exchanged, before Jack slipped in to give her a pat on the back. “Figured as much, you were never a good shot.”
“I gotta admit though, that image they snapped of you on that ship with your sword out? That’ll go down in the history books,” Roldán gave her a nudge at her side and waggled his brows, an emerging smirk that signaled that he was truly getting away with it. “Along with the name ‘Lara Conners’.”
“Oh stop it!”
Another round of laughter.
“Drinks then? It’s been a while since we were last together.”
“I can agree with that, Jack! But we’re stopping after the fifth round, I remember what happened last time.”
“What happened last time?”
“....he’s joking, don’t worry about it.”
Thumping.
It was a deep thumping, the kind of sensation that seemed to stir from deep within her chest. A heartbeat that seemed to leave her fingertips and seep into the steel confines that surrounded her. Eyes affixed at the gruff face that peeked in, minuscule green eyes peering at her as she felt an embarrassed red tint her cheeks.
“Yeah, sorry, I’ll be out in a second.”
He cracked a toothy smile, one brow quirked as he nodded. “Aye aye, ma’am, you take as much time as ya need.”
The door shut and the darkness enveloped her once more, allowing her mind to wander to her thoughts prior. It wasn’t until much later that she emerged proper, the metal door swinging upwards to welcome the light as she clawed her way out- eyes squinted at the heavy industrial sun that shot down from the roof.
What din there had been had long since disappeared. The hangar had emptied, with little else but its residents now present.
...well, mostly little else.
“Yo, miss Hero.”
She stumbled mid-crawl, her brushed back blonde hair falling onto her face as she slowly turned to the source of those words. Like a deer caught in headlights, she froze in place, midway between stepping onto one of the hangar rafters that connected to her cockpit.
“J-... Jack?!”
Much unlike a deer, or at least any regular, Earth deer, the pilot finished her mid-drop and ran towards the figure, capturing them in a half-lariat-half-hug. The two spun until they couldn’t, embraced in a tight hug that seemed to only stop when someone cleared their throat.
“Y qué, no yo?”
Her feet finally hit the ground, and even though she wanted anything but to pull away, she finally forced her arms out- putting the two of them at arm's length.
As her gaze shifted from the person she had grappled, to the person who demanded her attention, the three of them stared each other other down as if they had each been caught in an awkward crossfire.
...until, of course, they couldn’t take it and laughter took its course.
Jack Forscythe was an unassuming man that carried himself as a professional- mostly. Somewhat pale, though his oaken hair, wavy hair that framed his face always seemed to give him that suave secret agent look. Considering he made it a habit to wear his jacket more like a cape than anything else, when he was seen by the masses- he did kind of look like he was more important than he really was.
Though she knew him a little differently.
Roldán Eduardo Asís, or the man whose laughter had since engulfed theirs, seemed to tower over the two. His clean shaven, smooth face and short cut swept back dirty blonde hair, paired with that award-winning smile and sun-kissed skin made him all too popular with his coworkers. His hands came crashing down on their backs, inciting another hearty laugh (and at least a short chuckle from Jack) before the group had sufficiently mellowed out.
“So! With that out of the way, how’s our Hero of the hour, eh?” Roldán perched himself by the railing side, eyes focused on the aforementioned hero, an uncontested smirk perched right with him.
“It wasn’t anything like that-” She began, her lips tugging at a smile.
Jack interjected, “Heard you sunk a ship yourself.”
“No! No, it was more…”
“Ayyy! Mano a mano huh?”
“Guys it really-”
Jack chuckled, shooting Roldán a look, “I don’t think guns count as hand to hand combat.”
His companion couldn’t help but to shoot back, “Not with that attitude.”
”Guys!” Her voice shot out, and she grabbed both of their arms and gave them a shake. “It’s not a big deal, promise! They just… Exaggerated a bit.”
Sly glances were exchanged, before Jack slipped in to give her a pat on the back. “Figured as much, you were never a good shot.”
“I gotta admit though, that image they snapped of you on that ship with your sword out? That’ll go down in the history books,” Roldán gave her a nudge at her side and waggled his brows, an emerging smirk that signaled that he was truly getting away with it. “Along with the name ‘Lara Conners’.”
“Oh stop it!”
Another round of laughter.
“Drinks then? It’s been a while since we were last together.”
“I can agree with that, Jack! But we’re stopping after the fifth round, I remember what happened last time.”
“What happened last time?”
“....he’s joking, don’t worry about it.”