Ryan Atwood (expressionboy) wrote in thecityof, @ 2017-12-23 11:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | deborah armstrong, ryan atwood |
WHO: Ryan & Deborah
WHAT: Still trying to be barrier boy
WHEN: Bendy times, sometime this week
WHERE: Western edge of the barrier
WARNINGS: None that I know of, will update if needed
STATUS: In Progress
Ryan's determination to get the hell out of this place and back to Newport Beach and back to Marissa. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at his arms, his arms that held a dying Marissa just days ago. He had no idea if she was alive or dead, only that she was clinging to life as he held her and begged her to stay with him. Now he was here, where he didn't belong, stuck in a state of grief he'd never experienced. The only thing that made sense is something happened to him too, something in the accident had maybe knocked his skull a little too hard. This was some sort of very evolved coma dream to him right now and he had to keep his focus on getting back.
"Keep going." He said to himself as he picked the shovel back up and continued digging in the trench he'd started along the western side of the barrier where he and Deborah had come that first night. There had to be a space underground that wasn't fully covered, he was convinced, and he stood in a seven foot deep trench that was at least ten feet long now along the barrier's edge. The only difference there seemed to be so far was that you could see the barrier better against the dark coloring of the earth around it. It seemed to shimmer almost and Ryan had been experimenting with it against all good reason. He was driven. He shoveled until the bucket he was using was full and he tossed the shovel to the ground, picked up the bucket and headed to the ladder he'd brought with him.
"Keep going." He mumbled as he hoisted the bucket onto his shoulder and started up the ladder until he was up enough to huck the buck up onto the ground above. He heard a voice and he climbed up the last few rungs to see who was there and he saw Deborah, standing there not looking too happy at the five gallon bucket of dirt at her feet. He brushed himself off and grabbed the bucket. He quickly emptied it away from her and tossed it back into the trench where he was working.
"I wasn't expecting anyone to be out here in the middle of the night, looks like I'm the only crazy who does that." He picked up the Gatorade he'd brought from the room he'd woken up in and took a long drink before heading back to the trench he was working on. If she was here to help dig that was great, or if she was here to do what she did? Great. The more the merrier on getting out of here was how he felt and if she wanted to help? He'd take it no matter what it was. He heard her coming down the ladder as he picked up his shovel and began filling the bucket all over again. "See what I mean by it goes all the way underground? I'm hoping to find a weak spot."