Walking the Beat
Ada felt kind of bland. She had spent a lot of her time in doors, trying to figure out the mysterious occurrence she had encountered on her trips through time. More than once, she had gone back to the site of the impact and explosion, and more than once, she had to struggle with the increased gravity. In fact, before she was within a hundred feet of the scorched earth, Adalia felt the gentle tug on her metallic arm.
So, investigating the area was impossible, without some sort of help, unless she had her robot arm removed. And, since she felt she'd rather not sit through the pain of testing nerves again, the robot arm would stay connected. She just needed to avoid large magnetic fields.
Where else could she go? Theron hadn't been seen since his house imploded, and Ghent hadn't found Jad, either. All had been quiet for several days, and if it wasn't for the fact that everyone was all right, Ada would have been suspicious. How long would she have to wait and wonder? When would the situation finally be clarified, or would she be facing years without another answer?
A quiet sigh escaped her, as she paced the length of her bedroom. Ada hadn't even really bothered making herself look decent. Sure, her hair was mostly under control, but that was because it spent the majority of it's time hiding under the hood of one of Ghent's sweaters she'd stolen out of the dryer. And, as she paced, her steps made a strange sound, since her feet were bare, but her cotton pajama pants were too long, causing her to half step on the cuffs.
What could they do? Ghent believed that Theron had truly left the pictures on accident. If it wasn't a trap, then they might have an advantage, if they knew where to go to stop it all.
"The intersection for you is here..."
The voice echoed in her head, and she stepped up to her window and stopped to look out. The Hills were dark -- the moon was hidden, except the faint glow behind the curtain of high gray clouds. The pale lighting reminded Ada of the man who had talked to her -- his white hair had been the color of the mood, and seemed to shine against all of the other white. But his eyes... they had been like Ghent's. There had been no mistaking the near absolute contrast between dark and light.
So, what did it all mean?
Adalia grabbed the stack of papers she had been looking at all night. They were official papers, with broken wax seals and logos embossed in that parchment. Some of them contained interesting ideas, but most of them were fairly useless and were mostly filled with here-say. But, for the most part, the papers just sort of made Ada wonder. How different could things have been?
Her eyes looked over the signatures at the bottom of the document, and she sighed again. It really made no difference if she thought about it. It made no difference if she didn't. It was just there, nestled safely somewhere between fact and fiction. As she passed her vanity, the papers were slid out of her robot hand, and then onto the polished wood surface like they were nothing more than a stack of junk letters.
Once more, Ada moved back to her window and looked out onto th grounds. Her intersection was there. Her family was there. Everything she really needed was there, as long as she could keep a grip on it. But that wasn't always easy.
She just felt so bland. And worn thin at so many thoughts of time-travel and kidnapping. But she knew what the ethereal man had been trying to tell her -- Ada knew why the intersection had been for her parents and godfather, and not her. She hadn't seen it, but she knew... she just knew.
They had met there, on a warm spring morning. Flynn had gone there first -- to the very same clearing that Ada had performed her first portal experiment. Flynn had come alone, and it had been that day that Theron had showed up for the meeting with Evelyn on his arm. Once, Theron had managed to have his prize, but that had been the day when the seed of doubt had been planted. Flynn had set himself to getting Evelyn on that day, and eventually his plans paid off.
But that didn't make life any easier for their daughter, who had to deal with the aftermath
She glanced at the papers on the vanity as she paced past, and another sigh escaped her. Ada went to the window, glanced out, and then she moved over to her bed to get her bare feet up off of the cold, hardwood. Her hand reached up to turn off the ceiling light, leaving the room comfortably dimmed for her.
Eventually, they would solve the problem. Eventually, she wouldn't feel so worried, or sad, or bland. Everything worked out, eventually.
((This is written for play on January 24, 2008. For more information or questions, send a PM or e-mail to Adalia Dodd.))
Ada felt kind of bland. She had spent a lot of her time in doors, trying to figure out the mysterious occurrence she had encountered on her trips through time. More than once, she had gone back to the site of the impact and explosion, and more than once, she had to struggle with the increased gravity. In fact, before she was within a hundred feet of the scorched earth, Adalia felt the gentle tug on her metallic arm.
So, investigating the area was impossible, without some sort of help, unless she had her robot arm removed. And, since she felt she'd rather not sit through the pain of testing nerves again, the robot arm would stay connected. She just needed to avoid large magnetic fields.
Where else could she go? Theron hadn't been seen since his house imploded, and Ghent hadn't found Jad, either. All had been quiet for several days, and if it wasn't for the fact that everyone was all right, Ada would have been suspicious. How long would she have to wait and wonder? When would the situation finally be clarified, or would she be facing years without another answer?
A quiet sigh escaped her, as she paced the length of her bedroom. Ada hadn't even really bothered making herself look decent. Sure, her hair was mostly under control, but that was because it spent the majority of it's time hiding under the hood of one of Ghent's sweaters she'd stolen out of the dryer. And, as she paced, her steps made a strange sound, since her feet were bare, but her cotton pajama pants were too long, causing her to half step on the cuffs.
What could they do? Ghent believed that Theron had truly left the pictures on accident. If it wasn't a trap, then they might have an advantage, if they knew where to go to stop it all.
"The intersection for you is here..."
The voice echoed in her head, and she stepped up to her window and stopped to look out. The Hills were dark -- the moon was hidden, except the faint glow behind the curtain of high gray clouds. The pale lighting reminded Ada of the man who had talked to her -- his white hair had been the color of the mood, and seemed to shine against all of the other white. But his eyes... they had been like Ghent's. There had been no mistaking the near absolute contrast between dark and light.
So, what did it all mean?
Adalia grabbed the stack of papers she had been looking at all night. They were official papers, with broken wax seals and logos embossed in that parchment. Some of them contained interesting ideas, but most of them were fairly useless and were mostly filled with here-say. But, for the most part, the papers just sort of made Ada wonder. How different could things have been?
Her eyes looked over the signatures at the bottom of the document, and she sighed again. It really made no difference if she thought about it. It made no difference if she didn't. It was just there, nestled safely somewhere between fact and fiction. As she passed her vanity, the papers were slid out of her robot hand, and then onto the polished wood surface like they were nothing more than a stack of junk letters.
Once more, Ada moved back to her window and looked out onto th grounds. Her intersection was there. Her family was there. Everything she really needed was there, as long as she could keep a grip on it. But that wasn't always easy.
She just felt so bland. And worn thin at so many thoughts of time-travel and kidnapping. But she knew what the ethereal man had been trying to tell her -- Ada knew why the intersection had been for her parents and godfather, and not her. She hadn't seen it, but she knew... she just knew.
They had met there, on a warm spring morning. Flynn had gone there first -- to the very same clearing that Ada had performed her first portal experiment. Flynn had come alone, and it had been that day that Theron had showed up for the meeting with Evelyn on his arm. Once, Theron had managed to have his prize, but that had been the day when the seed of doubt had been planted. Flynn had set himself to getting Evelyn on that day, and eventually his plans paid off.
But that didn't make life any easier for their daughter, who had to deal with the aftermath
She glanced at the papers on the vanity as she paced past, and another sigh escaped her. Ada went to the window, glanced out, and then she moved over to her bed to get her bare feet up off of the cold, hardwood. Her hand reached up to turn off the ceiling light, leaving the room comfortably dimmed for her.
Eventually, they would solve the problem. Eventually, she wouldn't feel so worried, or sad, or bland. Everything worked out, eventually.
((This is written for play on January 24, 2008. For more information or questions, send a PM or e-mail to Adalia Dodd.))