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Quiet Never Lasts
“You know,” Ian said thoughtfully, sipping his beer, “I think we should invest in a car.”
“We wouldn’t need one if we’d gone to Atlanta like we planned,” Hiromi muttered.
It was sunset and they’d been traveling for two days already. They’d stopped just short of crossing into Virginia, opting to rest up some. Power Armor allowed a person to travel faster and farther on foot than would be humanly possible without it, however it had limits. For now they were relaxing in an open air bar, in some nameless North Carolinian town.
“Can’t help it Hiro,” Ian replied, “orders are orders.”
Hiromi chose to bite back a sarcastic comment, deciding it wasn’t worth it.
“Do they not have mass transit at all in this country,” asked JP. “I notice we seem to either walk or be driven just about everywhere.”
“Never caught on around here,” Ian said, sipping at his drink. “To much open ground to cover, makes it prohibitively expensive.”
“It was better on the west coast,” Hiromi said. “Most of California was connected anyway, not that it was in very good condition.”
“What’d I give for a good Bullet Train,” JP sighed.
Fraid you’ll have to settle for a Motel,” Amber said, walking over to the table.
“Done already?” Ian asked.
“Yeah yeah,” she said, tossing some keys on the table. “Two rooms, each has two beds, one of you boy’s is rooming with me, I really don’t care which. Just know I will kick your ass if you try and peep on me.”
“Odds and evens then,” Ian said with a smile. On the count of three he, Hiromi, and JP all tossed out their finger. Ian and JP with two, Hiromi with three. Hiromi looked down at his hand with a scowl.
“I don’t know whether you’ve won or lost their Hiromi,” JP said smugly, “though I must confess I am glad it is not me in your situation.”
“And exactly what’s that supposed to mean?” Amber asked raising an eyebrow.
“Absolutely nothing Mademoiselle, let us pretend I said nothing at all in fact.”
She snorted. “Sure whatever.” She snatched up two of the keys. Tossing one of them to Hiromi she turned to walk away.
“I believe the Japanese have a term that summarizes that woman perfectly,” JP said as soon as she was out of earshot. “Tsundere I believe it is.”
Ian smirked, “Yeah I know that term, the question is whose she Tsundere for…”
“Poor Hiro seems to be the likeliest target,” JP responded winking at Ian.
“You assholes finished?” Hiromi asked, “Or am I murdering the both of you in your sleep?”
“Oh fine, ruin our fun,” Ian said laughing.
“Not very funny where I’m standing.”
“Oh relax,” JP said, “It’s not like she’s bad to look at, though I wouldn’t do much looking were I you and wanted to keep my dangly places intact.”
“Murder. You two. Sleep.”
Ian and JP both started laughing again, Hiromi sensing there was no sense in continuing raised his hands in exasperation.
___
Several hours later Hiromi stood outside his room. Deciding to take the more polite (and potentially less fatal) route and knocked.
Amber’s voice was a bit muffled but it sounded like it was okay to go in, at least he hoped it was. Holding his breath he walked in. To his utmost relief Amber was sitting on her bed, dressed, watching the TV, and once again dressed. She motioned to the other bed with the remote then went back to ignoring him.
Hiromi walked over to the other bed, tossing his things on the table next to it, and hopped on the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Several minutes of awkward silent passed by, finally Amber sighed.
“Look Copress, this can be uncomfortable or really damn uncomfortable. You’re not dumb enough to try anything, or at least I think you’re not dumb enough to try anything, so relax. You ever even spent a night in a room with a girl before?”
“Yeah, that makes things less uncomfortable,” Hiromi muttered.
She chuckled, “guess that’s a no then.”
“You’re putting words in my mouth now?”
“You’re the one acting all evasive now.”
“For the love of Christ can we change the subject?”
“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve been on the team for about a month, and I don’t know anything about you yet. Start talking.”
“You always start out conversations like an interrogation? What do you want to know exactly?”
“How’d you grow up for starters, I think you or Ian said something about you being from California or something…”
“Los Angeles actually, eh, never knew my dad, dirt poor, school system doesn’t really exist where we were anymore, so it was learn a trade or starve. And of course once I learned a trade there wasn’t any point in sticking around so I got out.”
“Take it that trade was the mechanic crap you do now,” Amber commented.
“Not at first. Started out more on cars, never saw a Power Armor till I was 17, started working on whatever was available. Dirtbag rogues mostly, but a couple Law Enforcement and Soldier types.”
“You met Ian that way?”
“Yeah, he was a regular. You know the rest of the story.”
“You always this talkative?”
“You always this nosey?”
Hiromi expected a storm of insults for that one, and possibly a flying metal object or two, but to his surprise he got a laugh.
She smirked at him, “you’re interesting sometimes Copress, you know that?”
“The Hells that supposed to mean?”
“Figure it out yourself,” with that she lay back and rolled away from him.
Hiromi stared at her for a moment before doing the same. ”Alright, he thought, ”I’ve just about had it trying to figure her out.”[/i} He lay there for a while, lost in thought, before finally sleep claimed him.
They only got several hours of sleep.
/ooc sorry for all the talky talky, this is me working off my RP rust |
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