'So Shiny, So Chrome' takes place 13 years after The Fall, a combination of the Oil Wars that came to a climax with a nuclear event. Our setting is the Wasteland, once the Australian outback. Wildlife mutated by radiation prowls the wasteland; weather is harsh and highly unpredictable; roving gangs of survivors fight for what remains of precious resources.
What a day, what a lovely day.
----- Season: Winter Weather: Days 8°C/Nights -10°C
Winter has descended once again on the Wasteland as merciless as ever. Days are cold, and with little cover the high winds are all the more biting; even without snow, hypothermia and frostbite are a constant threat. The only relief is that many of the Wasteland's creatures are in hibernation.
Crash listened intently at Anna's story. She was a tough lass, that much was true. He gingerly sipped his whiskey as she told her tale.
After she finished, he decided to speak. "And you say you're a coward. You have looked death in the face several times and just smiled and you have come out on top. You have a strong will Anna, never forget that." he finished, making sure not to refer to her as lass anymore.
"I'll poke around, see if I cant find you some more jeans in your size if you wish. I hope you will chose to stay with us for a while, we can always use strong willed people around here, and I would definetly enjoy your company more and more." Crash said with a coy smile.
Maybe he enjoyed her company more then he was willing to admit at the moment, but only time could tell.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 19:34:34 GMT -5
"That would be amazing. I'd hate to have to run around bare-ass naked between washings." At some point she'd need to go barter for new things. She needed more than just a pair of jeans and she couldn't just keep taking things from Crash.
"Crash, I don't think I'm going anywhere. Maybe one day things will change. Who can say? But, if you want more of my company, than take that bandanna off. Don't wear it when it's just me or you'll find out how strong-willed I am." She grinned a little so he wouldn't think she was being mean. She had left her shemagh hanging over the little door to the shower, it was disgusting somehow worse than her jeans, but she had nothing to replace it with as they had gone out and about. Granted, the scars she wanted to hide weren't as bad, but she still had her reasons. Just like he did.
She slid her empty glass toward him and wondered how stingy he was with that whiskey.
Crash bowed his head a bit and then refilled her glass with a single, it was still early and she didnt need to be hammered. He then put the bottle back under his cot.
"I wear the bandana to cover the scars for my reasons ma'am. I forgot to grab it this morning, but I very rarely take it off. It's good to hear you will stick around though." he said rubbing his chin over the bandana and staring off over Anna's shoulder.
"A long time ago, I wasn't so beat up, I see my bandana as a paint job over a bad bit of body work. So tell me, what will you do now that you have a home?" he asked quickly trying to change the subject.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 21:23:59 GMT -5
"Pester the shit out of you." She wasn't going to be swayed so easily. "I know you have your reasons, but you keep asking me to trust you. It's your turn to trust me. You already know I'm not going to go running from you."
She watched as his gaze wandered off and knew he was probably somewhere bleak inside his head. Anna sighed deeply and turned the glass in circles but she didn't drink from it. "You wanna know the truth?" It had just come to her, like an apparition. As if one of the many ghosts that seemed to follow her around whispered it in her ear. Anna had probably always known this about herself but had never let herself see it. "I'm an all or nothing person, I guess that's what you'd call it. You're either outside the wall or your in it. You keep thinking that because I'm putting you outside that wall that there's no chance to get inside, but there is."
She picked at the frayed fabric on the knee of her jeans. "If you want past the defenses you gotta leave all your ghosts at the gate. That's all I'm saying. It's your choice. I'd like it if you didn't feel the need to hide part of yourself." She wondered if she should ask him about his past, about those scars. It didn't matter to her, but maybe it would make him feel differently?
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 22:47:48 GMT -5
"You are not a sideshow. Fucking period. End of discussion." Gray eyes were focused sharply on his. Her voice was quiet, her words heated but it wasn't because she was shocked it was because she thought it was absurd for him to say that about himself. She'd already seen his face, she didn't care but the weight of his burden was worse than she thought. Here was this man who was confident as could be in everything else, everything but this. She couldn't fault him for it. Everyone was haunted by something these days. She wracked her brain- if he could forget himself once around her, how'd she make him do it again? What was the difference between this morning and now?
Anna took a sip of the refilled glass that she still hadn't touched and stood up and walked over to where he was sitting, shoulders against the wall. "Lean up." She knew his shoulder was hurting him, he still hadn't tied his hair back. She noticed it earlier. "Lean up." She pushed on his good shoulder until he complied and pulled the rubber band off her wrist that she kept for her hair. Skillfully, she gathered all his silver hair in a neat tail at the back and wrapped the band around it to keep it in place. "There."
She stood there a moment longer, wondering how to make him understand she didn't care what his demons were. "I just want to see the face of the person talking to me- the person saying they want more of my company. I need to see if you're smirking at me or smiling, man. Here, in this room, in my quarters, no masks. I promise I won't hide anything either." She paused, then.. "Damn it, you have a way of making me say more than I should."
Crash reluctantly leaned up as she tied his hair then smirked at the last statement.
"Even ten years after what happened, I am still a little self concious about it. but you have a deal. no bandana here or in your quarters. He looked closely into her eyes.
"I guess it could be that the older I get, the more weary I get of how I look." He paused then laughed out loud.
"Oh if me ma could see me now she would be ripping me a new ass until the sun set over the horizon and well into the wee hours of the night. You're right, I'm getting to soft in my old age." He sat up straighter and rolled his shoulders back like he was back in basic.
He turned to her full and smiled. "Executive Officer Flannigan reporting for duty Admiral." He said dutiful then snapped a quick salute. still grinning.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 23, 2015 23:22:29 GMT -5
"Who cares how old you are, man?" In her head, Anna still felt like the nineteen year old she was before the fall. Her body didn't feel that way, but her mind did. She grinned, mostly a devilish look that spread across her face and glinted in her eyes. "You really don't want to give me the authority to be in command. Not here."
Anna, still standing there beside him, reached out and touched the side of his face, running her fingers along a stretch of scarred flesh. She guessed, all things considered, he wasn't a bad looking man before. She understood why he'd be worried about letting others see his face. "Your mama should whip your ass for doing as much as you've done for me in the what, two days you've known me, and not asking for what you really want."
Mama should probably take a swing or two at Anna too, but Anna promised she wouldn't hide anything and if she was being honest, she was trying to keep the crumbling wall up around herself to keep from getting hurt. She was hiding behind it. So, before she could change her mind about what she was going to do, she dug her fingers into his neck and pulled him forward. Sitting he was still tall enough Anna barely had to lean in to kiss him.
Crash wanted to shrink away at the touch of her hands on his scars. He went to chuckle at the statement about his ma when she pulled him into her kiss. For a second he stiffened, not knowing what to do. His brain wound up faster then his Daytona before he finally melted and returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.
After what felt like a glorious eternity he pulled away and looked into her eyes as smiled.
"I dunno, command seems to suit you pretty well, at least here." He said with a playful tone.
At that moment Crash had lost all his worries and his pains. His shoulder didn't hurt, and neither did his face. For the first time in ten years he felt truly happy again, and he didn't plan on losing it anytime soon. The emptiness that the wasteland had created within him evaporated and he realized that he wanted more of this, even if all it ended up being was a warm kiss everyday, he wanted more it. He finally understood the true meaning of addiction in the most sweetest way.
He grinned wide, still with his arms wrapped around her waist. "What now m'lady? Where do we go from here?"
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 0:25:15 GMT -5
There was a moment when she wasn't sure if she'd made the right decision, but then his arms, warm against her, crept around her and she knew that at least for the moment things were okay. This might still prove to be a bad idea, Anna felt like she had flung the doors wide open for potential hurt and misery if only because there were so many what-if's.
But here, right now, at least there was a little peace for the two of them.
"Where do we go from here?"
Anna put her arms around his neck and shoulders- careful not to hurt him, and leaned against him in a hug, her chin on the top of his head, that wild hair falling over her shoulders and half into her face. She stared over his head, across his room, taking it all in but paying attention to none of it. It was a question she could not answer. There were too many things she didn't know, too many paths they could take.
"You know exactly where, don't pretend like you're that old." She laughed at pulled away from him, searching his face for a moment. She didn't want to say what came out of her mouth next, but Anna it was too early by decent standards to do what she was thinking about. He was too important here, she didn't want to ruin his reputation or cause a stir for him, but Gods it was difficult to say what she did: "But later... right now, I'm not going to lie, I'm starving."
Crash sighed as she pulled away. And just like that her walls went back up. He stood as she backed up and looked down at her.
"Fair enough, lets head to the chow hall and get something to eat." He gave her one last smile and then pulled his bandana back up.
Morning gave way to afternoon, and Crash did his best to introduce her around to the group. They spent time in the mess hall and then went to the rec room for a couple of half assed games of 8ball. Around mid afternoon He started to feel weak and needed a nap. So he walked her back down to the hangar bay and told her she needed to get aquainted with her vehicle, and if she had any questions a few of the mechanics there could answer her questions but he needed to rest.
Crash went back up to his room and closed his door with a heavy sigh. He wiggled his way out of his duster and pulled his bandana off and dropped them both over the corner of a chair. He checked his bandages in the mirror before going back to his cot. He saw that she had left some whiskey in her glass and drained it, no sense in wasting a good night cap. He slipped his boots off then stretched out on his cot, staring off into the ceiling.
He smirked and said aloud "What a tangled web we weave..." Then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 1:33:11 GMT -5
Anna felt a little bit like she had been left in the care of the mechanics. She'd seen his eyes, knew that Crash really was exhausted and that he'd been through a lot in a short time. She was amazed the man was on his feet at all. It didn't make it any easier though, to watch him walk away, knowing that she was the reason he was annoyed. Maybe it was silly, maybe it was all these eyes on her, being around so many people when she'd spent so long avoiding others, but she didn't want to just be seen as the girl who had slept her way into their group.
Maybe, Anna, you need to grow the fuck up. When did you start giving a damn what anyone thought of you?
So, once again she knew she had screwed everything up and knew she'd have to fix it too. But for now she was sitting in the truck observing the mechanics as they went about their business. She knew they were watching her sideways now and then but she wasn't ready to talk to them. Mid-afternoon stretched into early evening, Anna had eventually stopped thinking and watching and had gone over the entire interior of the truck, finding a few places that would make nice hiding spots, a few things she would like to change and after a while she braved having a look under the hood. One of the mechanics working near her had wandered over and they chatted and made jokes while she asked about the diesel engine. He was helpful enough she had asked if there was anything she could help with on his project and soon enough the hangar bays were quiet and everyone had left to find dinner or their own bed. She was wiping down a few tools and putting them away, her own body aching and begging for sleep, when she figured it had been long enough. The corridors were strangely quiet. She passed a few others here and there, but it was mostly subdued.
Back on crew deck she thought briefly about going back to her room, but what point was there really? What was she going to do? Put on a pretty dress? Hell, even back in the life she had before Anna wouldn't have put on a dress and fixed her hair for a man. So, she stopped in front of his door and didn't give herself time to chicken out before she banged on it.
There was nothing. Anna beat on the door a little louder. Certainly he wasn't that upset with her. She listened carefully, all but pressing her ear to the door. There was not even a peep from the other side. Bravely, she looked down the corridor and making sure she was not being watched, she pushed his door open. Inside, the room was dark but the light from the hall cast strange shadows across his room. Standing in the doorway a moment, letting her eyes adjust, she realized he was still asleep. Anna closed the door with a little bang, but he did not stir.
She found the light and turned it on, and that still did not wake him. "Crash..." Nothing. Anna tipped her head to the side, eyeballing him, and she wondered if he always slept like this or if it was because he was exhausted. She called his name again and when there was no response, she carefully, gently, moved his arm and sat on the cot, finding what little purchase she could in the space between his ribs and the edge. She put her elbows on her knees, head in her hands and rubbed the palms of her hands against her eyes. If he didn't wake up, she'd wind up falling asleep where she sat.
"Wake up you fool, I came to tell you how wrong I was. I can't make it up to you if you're asleep." Anna, finally turned to look at him, one hand pushing through her hair and the other patting his cheek lightly. It never occurred to her that he might wake up swinging.
Crash slept like the dead when he was on his ship. He was off in lala land when he felt someone patting him. He groggily opened his eyes and saw Anna sitting on his bed He sat up and when he saw she had very little room he rolled onto his side, careful that he didn't put his weight onto his hurt shoulder.
"Bugger all, I didn't mean to sleep as long as I did." He said groggily. He gave her a still half asleep smile and looked her in the eyes. "You look exhausted madam, had fun with your new toy while I was being old and needed a nap?" He said jokingly.
He felt a chill go across his bare chest and he instinctively shivered. For a second he wondered why she came by his quarters but he decided he really didn't care. He was just happy she had come back.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 11:29:55 GMT -5
Anna nodded. Nodded yes to being tired, yes to having a bit of fun. She had years of catch-up sleep to make up for all she'd lost and was a little jealous of how deeply he had been sleeping. He'd made more room for her, but she wasn't worried about that. She thought she could see an unasked question on his face- why was she here? Both of them were idiots. She was for her never-ending flux between hiding from everything she felt and admitting it too openly and he was for not taking what he wanted, he'd let her escape if she did not so desperately need his company as much as he needed hers.
But sleep was going to have to wait for a little while longer. Anna, looking at him sideways and without a word, leaned over to him and caught him up in another kiss but this time she did not intend to leave so quickly, she did not mean to let him gentleman his way out of tonight- hurt shoulder or not.
Crash melted once again and lost himself in the euphoria of the moment. He slid his right hand to sit on the curve of her hip as he returned her kiss. His body relaxed and he ready himself to be lost in the moment...
Until the cynical old man in his head piped up.
'She pities you Flannigan, she's only doing this to pay you back for all the attention.' flashed in his head.
That one thought wilted away the moment so fast he found himself pushing back from here and bowing his head. After a long moment, he raised his gaze to hers and tried desperately to not sound like a lonely old man.
"Anna, you don't have to do this. I didn't take care of ya the way I have just to lay with you. I did that because I honestly cared. I don't want you to feel forced into this or like I expected this as payment. The only thing I wanted was your time and your company, not your sexual favors. If we continue this tonight, right here, I want it to be because you honestly want to. Not as repayment, and not being pressured into such." He ended with a sigh and watched her gaze.