'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.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 21:34:31 GMT -5
Anna instantly knew. She didn't know what thought slid into his head but she knew the moment it happened. It was difficult not to be hurt, and a hurt Anna was usually an angry Anna. Anger was a great way to shove someone back outside the perimeter, to keep herself safe.
"Oh for fucks sake." The word slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. She could see that he was being truthful, painfully so, but that didn't take away the sting to her ego. Not that she had an over-inflated sense of herself. She knew she fell right smack in the middle of just about everything and that included the way she looked. "You haven't forced me to do anything." Her gray eyes left his and she pushed her fingers into her hair, pushed all of it over to one side, then, softer, "We both need each others company. I'm just sorry for... earlier. I shouldn't have done that to you."
Anna didn't want to be alone. Not then, not right now or tomorrow or the day after. She'd been alone a long time and thought that she had enjoyed it, but she'd been wrong. If she were honest, she realized it the moment he'd blacked out days earlier. The moment he hit the sand she had known what she wanted but she had tried to ignore it.
"I want your company, I want more than just your company. But if that's not meant to be, then I'll go." She still had not looked at him through her broken, horribly executed attempt at fixing things. Why do I always fuck everything up?
Crash was confused. What did she have to be sorry for? She hadn't done anything wrong. He wrapped an arm around the small of her back and pulled her in close.
"Don't you dare go. We both want each others company it seems. It also seems we both want something more than company."
He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then put his forehead against hers and spoke just as softly as he kissed her.
"We have both been wandering different paths for the past ten years, those paths have intertwined at this moment. We kept each other alive in Bartertown. We both laughed in deaths' face for the other. To be honest from where I am sitting, I'd like us to continue walking the same path, if you can get use to a loud, old irishman." He smiled.
"You got one shot, take it. Tell me what you want m'lady, now that I have told you what I want." He finished. The smell of her skin and taste of her kiss still enticed and tingled his senses. He silently hoped she wouldn't walk away.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 22:04:52 GMT -5
"You got one shot, take it. Tell me what you want m'lady, now that I have told you what I want."
"I already told you." Anna made the conscious decision to ignore everything she would have normally done, to stop trying to hide behind what felt safe. "I want more than just idle chatter, I don't want to be alone. If you'd left me days ago, it would have hurt even then..." Fingers left her hair and traced along the anchor tattooed on his chest. "I kept telling myself nothing mattered, but I swear I'd listen to your loud ass for as long as it took to know about every scar, about every fond memory, all the shit you wouldn't tell another soul." Anna, could not believe she said that out loud and maybe to try and deny what she had admitted, she grabbed him and tangled them up in another kiss- not a soft one like his, a fierce kiss. The sort that if he stopped her, if he broke that moment she might hurt him. Anna would not be denied this moment. Who knew what their future was together, but she'd be damned if she let them ruin it for each other. They were too broken and she was going to see that they made a whole, fragile soul together. Careful of his shoulder, she pushed her hand against his chest, lips still tangled with his and used her other hand to tug the bottom of that too big shirt out of the waist of her jeans.
Whatever doubt that was still lingering in Crash's mind was burned away by the fire in her kiss. He turned to putty in her hands as she pushed him back into the cot. He felt her fumbling with the curtain that was his shirt on her small frame. He reached with both his hands and helped her out of it and weakly tossed it across the room with his left hand. He then pulled her down on top of him and kissed her passionately. Feeling the smooth, warm touch of her skin against his sent him overboard. He let his hands glide over her back and the curves of her torso in a soft caress. Losing himself into the burning flame that was her passion.
'Just don't break a hip old man, and try to last more then 45 seconds' he chided himself in his mind and it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 23:31:09 GMT -5
[SOMEWHAT MATURE CONTENT]
Anna and Crash lost themselves to time and the outside world. Her unbuttoning her old, too worn jeans, him forgetting for a little while about all the pain, pain that would linger with him a little longer, as he helped her out of them- all their clothes swiftly forgotten and tossed aside. He pulled her back to him, Anna straddling him, her hair in her face, his eyes didn't want to leave hers, as they enjoyed each other in the most primal way. She worried she was too thin, he worried he was too old, but their bodies knew what to do. Sweat slicked and flushed, both of them came near enough at the same time that there'd be no complaints. And in the precious moments after that first time, the first time in a long time, the first time with someone important, when the worlds aligned just right, neither of them said anything. Anna sat up, his hands on her hips, her hair in her eyes, watching him but she said nothing. Together they fell asleep, his arm around her so she wouldn't fall, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, bodies smashed together.
Anna woke, some time later, and had no idea how long it had been. No clue what time it was. Her arm was sore from laying on it, her skin cold where he was not touching her. Her mind was empty, surprisingly, and she lay there for a few more sleepy moments enjoying something she had not had in a long time. Finally she pulled herself out of the tangle that was the two of them and sat precariously on the edge of the cot. It was barely big enough for him. She pulled one knee to her body and rested her chin there. She wondered what he thought of her, if he really thought she was just paying him back for the things he'd done, if the scars so ugly where they marred her body, or the fact that she just knew he could have counted her ribs if he was so inclined- if any of that mattered. She tipped her head to the side and looked at him through a twisted wave of black hair. She wished she'd known him before. Before the scars and before he was so broken. He hid it well enough, but not so well that she didn't know there was a very damaged soul laying there. Anna reached out and touched one of the scars on his chest, running her thumb over the skin there. Her mind whirled with what this meant. Where would they go from here? And for a long, long time she just sat there, studying his body while he slept.
Crash was sleeping restful and relaxed for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He finally felt her touching his chest and his eyes slowly opened. He watched her for a moment as she traced the history of his injuries with her fingertips. He simply gave her a warm smile. He reached up to grab her hand with his and looked her in the eyes.
"What's troubling you hon? I can see something is keeping you from sleeping. I hope my snoring didn't wake ye?" he said semi serious, trying to break the bit of tension he saw in her eyes.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 24, 2015 23:42:59 GMT -5
"Nothing except the unknown." She smiled a little, her chin still resting on her knees, making her words a little clipped. "You weren't snoring. Maybe I'll wear your old ass out enough you won't snore anymore." She shifted and put her cheek on her knee, her fingers still running over one of his scars but her eyes were on his. "When did your eyes change?" She assumed they weren't that way before the fall, that it had happened after but they were striking none the less. Sometimes there were good things that came from bad.
Crash shifted on the cot to try and give her a bit my room, wincing as he caught his shoulder awkwardly. He then looked at her and sighed.
"I notice my eyes where changing around the second or third year after it all went to hell. For a while I didn't keep track of time. I assume the heat and sunlight was what bleached my hair silver, it use to be black." He said kinda of smirking at her.
"Ya know, you're one of the very few people that didn't shy away or waiver when they saw my eyes, or my scars. Most people get a gander at me and take off running in the other direction but you didn't. So what is it that you see in this old sea dog that caught your fancy, because it sure wasn't my handsome looks or shining personality." He said chuckling over the last bit.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 0:01:19 GMT -5
"Something deeper than your skin or the person you parade around for everyone to see, but I don't know how to really explain it." She didn't mean to be ugly, she just knew that it was human nature to present an image of yourself. Sometimes it wasn't always accurate or truthful. "Would it be strange if I told you it just feels like there's this cosmic thread that seemed to have drawn me to you? That I just know if that thread had snapped I might not even be here in a years time? Is so it strange that I don't think you're ugly or old or any of the things you think about yourself?" Anna shrugged lightly. That was the best she could do. "I realized it a few days ago, but I didn't want it to be true." Tears welled up in her eyes before she even finished that sentence. They didn't spill and she refused to blink for fear one would escape and run down her cheek. "I didn't want to stay here, it means giving up something I've held onto for a long time, but now I'm not sure if I can ever go back."
Crash listened and saw the tears pool in the corner of her eyes. He saw a deep hurt there. Something that rocked her very core came bubbling up to the surface.
"What is it you have to give up to be here?" He asked cocking his head to be level with hers. "Is it something or someone that you left in Bartertown? Or something you lost when you got car jacked and left for dead?" He asked. He reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to ease the sting of her tears.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 0:14:16 GMT -5
"My sister." Anna didn't say any more than that. She scrubbed the back of her hand across her eyes. She'd found herself in a predicament where she couldn't decide who was more important to her and she felt a little guilty that she'd picked him. It meant she was letting the idea that her sister was dead, win.
"What happened?" Anna reached out and ran her finger over his face, her eyes really taking in the depth of how terrible the scars were. She didn't mean for her sister to come up, it just sort of got drudged up with all the new things going through her mind. She wanted to know about him, not tell about herself. She was simple, so she thought, and uninteresting. Her hand fell away as she waited for him to respond and she turned and kissed the hand that rested on her shoulder- light kisses in case he forgot that she wasn't going to run screaming from his room.
He scoffed a bit at her trying to change the subject.
"Anna, you don't have to stop searching for your sister, you just have a home base now. No more sleeping in your car on the road. And I happen to know a big crew of folks that would be willing to keep an ear out for any chatter about her...ya know, that family you're apart of now..." He trailed off as she asked about his face.
He breathed a sigh and sat up against the bulkhead, reaching for his duster on the chair next to the cot and fishing out his cigarettes and lighter. He lit a stale cigarette then offered her the pack. He then reached under the bed and grabbed a rusty tin can he had been using as an ash tray. He took a quick drag off his cigarette and exhaled.
"This was my ship before the fall. I was it's executive officer, basically one step under the captain. The day it all went to hell we where heading west, heading back home to the states. The captain demanded that the reactor be at 105 percent and we were heading home at full steam ahead when the seas got rough. I was on the bridge, and saw a wall of water easily a mile high rushing at my ship, my home. I ran, ran as fast as I could to the lower decks to try and lend a hand where i could. I started as a ships mechanic when I first enlisted, so I knew my way around a tool box. The water breached the hull, and hit my like a brick wall, dragging me through corridors and and gang ways. My upper body caught the burnt of bouncing off of bulkheads and the floatsom and jetsom that the water was carrying. I came too later, and I was one of the extreme few that lived through it. Somehow I was on e deck, and it wasn't underwater. I tried to patch my face up the best I could, then made my way to the flight deck. When I got up there and looked upon the horizon, something in me broke. All I could see was sand and pools of water. It was a miracle the wash survived in one piece much less landed upright. I debated pitching myself off the flight deck, or maybe eating a bullet for dinner. Those thoughs rolled around in my head for 6 months before I got off my ass and started getting shit done. 10 years later I sit here in the amazing company of a beautiful and intelligent woman so I guess you win some you lose some." he had realized he was rambling on when he realized half of his cigarette had burned away. He simply looked at her kind of somberly.
"My dear you are the best thing to happen to this old sailor in over ten years." he said truthfully as he took another drag off of his cigarette.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 0:42:23 GMT -5
She nodded when he said the things he did about her sister. She didn't think she could talk about her right then and was more grateful than he knew that he conceded and told her what she wanted to know. He handed her the pack of cigarettes and she noticed several were missing already. He was bad for her in so many ways but she didn't care. She'd slipped one out and put it between her lips but it took her a bit to get around to lighting it. She got distracted listening to him talk, his accent thickening up a little as he went on, forgetting himself in the past. She could listen to him all day, even if all he did was sling insults. Finally she flicked the lighter and watched the little flame as she lit the smoke. When he started talking about checking out of this life, she looked away from him and studied the cherry smoldering in the end of the cigarette. She'd had much the same thoughts once upon a time. It was pure luck that both of them had not chosen different paths.
"My dear you are the best thing to happen to this old sailor in over ten years."
Her eyes found his again though and she blushed a little, pulling a drag off the cigarette and using her fingers to run through her hair and rub at her scalp as a distraction, hoping her face wouldn't turn completely red. "Did you have someone before? Was there someone you lost or left behind or still think about?" Her words were soft, the cigarette bouncing between her lips as she spoke. Anna didn't look at him but instead at the long ends of her hair that she had pulled forward to fiddle with.
Crash chuckled at her question. "Mo ma'am, I was married to the Navy. My ma constantly hounded me to find a lass and settle down, maybe have a couple of rug rats, but I never had the time. I was always going for that next promotion or next assignment. To be quite honest I could never find a woman that could keep up with me. Scrapper still makes jokes about the cars I build, calling them my mistresses." He smiled at the last bit.
"What about you? A pretty young woman such as yourself must have had the boys lined up down the street an round the bend past the pubs to get a date with you." he said with a grin before he took one last drag off his cigarette before putting it out.
Post by frakkinrowdy on Nov 25, 2015 1:31:34 GMT -5
Anna laughed and cut her eyes over at him. "Fuck no. My sister... she was the pretty one." She fought to keep the sadness out of her voice, the ghosts out of her mind. But she grinned again and flicked the end of the cigarette into the rusty container. "Young boys learning to be men don't want a fucking foul mouthed bitch telling them exactly what she thinks about them. I spent more time scaring them away from her than worrying about trying to find one for myself."
She offered him the rest of the cigarette. There had been a few men here and there after the fall that she'd spent time with. One, that she thought she had loved, but that was a long time ago, longer because all the years since then each felt like a lifetime. "I guess, if I'm gonna have to share you, I'm okay with your mistresses being big, ugly, loud, metal heifers."
Anna straightened her leg out and stood, and pointedly did not look at him while she found her shirt and pulled it on. She didn't want to know if he was looking, she didn't want to turn red-faced again. She came back to him, settling into what little space there was beside him. She leaned back against him and pulled her knees to her, easily pulling the too large shirt over her legs. Funny how she'd slept in the frigid temperatures of the waste at night but here she was cold. Maybe it was the leftovers of their romp still toying with her body. Maybe it was some primal excuse to be close to him.