Re: Quicklog, Bioshock: Elena M & Cris M
[Stepping out, the water rolled off of her like oil, but it was still freezing. Freezing because it soaked through the cotton of her pants and the fabric of her shirt, freezing because it came from the floor of the sea. The water seemed to repel better from Cris' borrowed jacket. She fingered the fabric thoughtfully as she eyed the submarine.
Under other circumstances, Elena would have loved to argue with him. IF he'd voiced his thoughts, she would have chewed them up and spit back reality because she didn't tip his world in chaos. Cris made his world for himself. It was what he'd always told her anyway, when the situation was reversed... but right now, even if he had said a word, she didn't have it in her to argue. She barely had it in her to nod when Cris motioned to the submarine.
Stepping onto the cracked stone, closer, gun down at her side in caution, she offered only one thing with a voice hollow, broken.] I'll sign the papers.