Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-29 11:50:00 |
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Who:Jack and Open
What: He goes to Kira's burnt home in hopes to find...well, he doesn't know yet. In hopes not everything is gone.
When: Tuesday night
Where:Kira's old place
He hadn't been to Kira's since he took his run and found it the first time. It scared him, he thought the worst until he saw her posting on the boards. She was strong but he knew better. They were both from different times, both did not know if they would ever see their friends or family again and Kira had lost those memories. They weren't really gone of coarse, but seeing the flames destroy symbols of everything they went through was horrible.
It was a slow walk to Kira's knowing she wouldn't be in it anymore and having doubts that he would actually find anything was the hardest thing. It seemed impossible to find anything, but he wouldn't give up. It just wasn't in him. Jack reached the still smoking home and covered his eyes from the heat. He knew it was dangerous, that it could collapse on him more. But he had to do this for her.
Jack coughed on smoke and pressed his mouth against his sleeve as he moved closer. He kicked in the front door that was already falling off its hinges and fire damaged. "Hello?" He didn't think anyone was left, but if there were they were in luck. Or in trouble depending who they were. "Anybody?" He coughed again and squinted into the dark, the building was still mostly standing but everything inside it was blackened by fire and thrashed.
Cautiously he moved into the doorway and winced as part of the ceiling fell infront of him and dust rose. He carefully moved further inside but not before casting a glance behind him to the streets. Still no sirens, where were the police when they were needed. Listening to the sounds of fire still crackling inside, he bit his lip this was going to be more difficult than he thought, because when he planned he hadn't accounted for his small fear of fire. He heard no answer, Not that he was expecting anyone, but sometimes where there was disaster there were criminals that fed on fear and misfortune.