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You just waiiit.
What'cha gonna do, JenJen?
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What'cha gonna do, JenJen?
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Captain Jenno said
Fucks sake.
Nyehehe
THERE. THERE, SEE? I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE. CATS ARE EVIL. THANK YOU. MIDGET OUT.
There we go! Posted! Better late than never, eh?
Kenna tried very hard to pretend not to notice when Klaus’ gaze flickered her way at the moment of utterly mortifying stomach-growling. She was tired and hungry, it was totally normal, but that made it no less embarrassing – especially given that it is highly likely that everyone heard it. However, she had to appreciate that, hear it though he must, he didn’t mention it.
Then a voice broke through the momentary quiet.
“Woooooah!” came Melanie’s voice, ”someone must be ready to eat us all whole – guys we better watch out!”
Melanie grinned and winked. She needn’t have, really – Kenna could see that it was a joke. However, that didn’t stop her from turning beet-root red, pulling her knees to her chest, and burying her face in her blanket.
“Watch out, the Spectres might hear that rush in to kill the beast that let out that epic sound.”
“M-Melanie,” Kenna whined.
She kept her gaze firmly on the floor, face burning, and only looked up to see Church’s reactions to their questions on his well-being.
As the Sector leader at the brink of a mission, with many members of his team injured from the other night’s riot and the mission taking place at ground level with very little knowledge of exactly what they were going up against, Churchill most certainly was not alright. He was tired like the rest of them, and Kenna was one hundred percent ready to call him out on any bull excuses.
She saw the surprise register over his features, that he had been unable to lull them into the false sense that he was fine, just dandy and nothing was wrong over here. Kenna knew the type; the kind of person who will carry the world of their own problems on their shoulders and still help others carry theirs whilst continuing to insist that they could manage. Eventually, however, the weight would become too much and they’d collapse under the pressure of shouldering their own burdens plus everyone else’s. Kenna knew all this because, plain and simple, she did exactly the same thing. She knew she did and she tried not to, she tried to speak to people when she was feeling overwhelmed, but it was a bit different now. A new Sector – she couldn’t burden them with her problems already.
Soon, she told herself, I’ll open up to them more soon.
Kenna only started paying attention again when a piping-hot can of food was handed to her. She burnt her fingers and cursed softly under her breath, but was more than ready to dig in. Her tongue was scalded the moment the food touched it and she didn’t care. The food wasn’t even that good, a plain generic taste with nothing remotely special about it. Living at Sundown, you get used to the bare minimum. Sundown isn’t about living – it was about surviving. Runners were lucky as hell in some aspects; they were free. But they lose life’s luxuries as a result.
Either way, food was food and Kenna devoured hers surprisingly fast for such a small, slim person.
One by one, the Sector settled down, and Kenna was no different. She rolled onto her side, curled up and pulled her blanket up to cover herself. It took her a long time to find sleep. She spent a while listening to Eva and Church bicker between themselves whilst trying very hard to not eavesdrop.
So, she thought absently, Eva tells him off for shouldering too much, too.
As she waited for the dregs of sleep to come, she allowed her mind to wander. From menial things like worrying about wriggling in her sleep and disturbing her fellow Sector, to the more difficult aspects, such as the impending mission. Kenna needed to sleep. She needed to be rested for the mission so she didn’t make any stupid mistakes; she had to live up to her Sector’s name. Her actions could be directly responsible for the failure of the mission and she could not let that happen. She had to keep a cool head, calm, composed, and remembering how to breath properly. Eva had given them some tips on how to breath properly – which sounded really stupid – because of the change in oxygen levels. It took a while, but Kenna managed to get the hang of it. Lying down, however, it was much harder to do and she was very conscious of taking deep, heavy breaths and bugging her sleeping Sector, or the watchful Church.
Eventually, she started to mentally hum a little lullaby to herself and drifted off to the land of dreams. Despite her fears, wriggle and mumble in her sleep she did. More than once a quiet, breathy laughter would escape her, then she would roll over and continue to sleep. Her mumblings were nonsensical – at some point she mentioned an armadillo eating grapes – and half of them weren’t even legible. She slept deep and she slept well, but that didn’t stop her from waking up when the morning was still so painfully early.
Kenna groaned quietly, unable to believe that she was up so early, and lay quietly on her bed roll.
Then a voice broke through the momentary quiet.
“Woooooah!” came Melanie’s voice, ”someone must be ready to eat us all whole – guys we better watch out!”
Melanie grinned and winked. She needn’t have, really – Kenna could see that it was a joke. However, that didn’t stop her from turning beet-root red, pulling her knees to her chest, and burying her face in her blanket.
“Watch out, the Spectres might hear that rush in to kill the beast that let out that epic sound.”
“M-Melanie,” Kenna whined.
She kept her gaze firmly on the floor, face burning, and only looked up to see Church’s reactions to their questions on his well-being.
As the Sector leader at the brink of a mission, with many members of his team injured from the other night’s riot and the mission taking place at ground level with very little knowledge of exactly what they were going up against, Churchill most certainly was not alright. He was tired like the rest of them, and Kenna was one hundred percent ready to call him out on any bull excuses.
She saw the surprise register over his features, that he had been unable to lull them into the false sense that he was fine, just dandy and nothing was wrong over here. Kenna knew the type; the kind of person who will carry the world of their own problems on their shoulders and still help others carry theirs whilst continuing to insist that they could manage. Eventually, however, the weight would become too much and they’d collapse under the pressure of shouldering their own burdens plus everyone else’s. Kenna knew all this because, plain and simple, she did exactly the same thing. She knew she did and she tried not to, she tried to speak to people when she was feeling overwhelmed, but it was a bit different now. A new Sector – she couldn’t burden them with her problems already.
Soon, she told herself, I’ll open up to them more soon.
Kenna only started paying attention again when a piping-hot can of food was handed to her. She burnt her fingers and cursed softly under her breath, but was more than ready to dig in. Her tongue was scalded the moment the food touched it and she didn’t care. The food wasn’t even that good, a plain generic taste with nothing remotely special about it. Living at Sundown, you get used to the bare minimum. Sundown isn’t about living – it was about surviving. Runners were lucky as hell in some aspects; they were free. But they lose life’s luxuries as a result.
Either way, food was food and Kenna devoured hers surprisingly fast for such a small, slim person.
One by one, the Sector settled down, and Kenna was no different. She rolled onto her side, curled up and pulled her blanket up to cover herself. It took her a long time to find sleep. She spent a while listening to Eva and Church bicker between themselves whilst trying very hard to not eavesdrop.
So, she thought absently, Eva tells him off for shouldering too much, too.
As she waited for the dregs of sleep to come, she allowed her mind to wander. From menial things like worrying about wriggling in her sleep and disturbing her fellow Sector, to the more difficult aspects, such as the impending mission. Kenna needed to sleep. She needed to be rested for the mission so she didn’t make any stupid mistakes; she had to live up to her Sector’s name. Her actions could be directly responsible for the failure of the mission and she could not let that happen. She had to keep a cool head, calm, composed, and remembering how to breath properly. Eva had given them some tips on how to breath properly – which sounded really stupid – because of the change in oxygen levels. It took a while, but Kenna managed to get the hang of it. Lying down, however, it was much harder to do and she was very conscious of taking deep, heavy breaths and bugging her sleeping Sector, or the watchful Church.
Eventually, she started to mentally hum a little lullaby to herself and drifted off to the land of dreams. Despite her fears, wriggle and mumble in her sleep she did. More than once a quiet, breathy laughter would escape her, then she would roll over and continue to sleep. Her mumblings were nonsensical – at some point she mentioned an armadillo eating grapes – and half of them weren’t even legible. She slept deep and she slept well, but that didn’t stop her from waking up when the morning was still so painfully early.
Kenna groaned quietly, unable to believe that she was up so early, and lay quietly on her bed roll.
Post is in the works, I swear! Hopefully it'll be up tonight, but c'mon I always say that and it never happens because the universe hates me.
Most definitely this weekend though, providing I don't like break a bone or something.
Sorry for the wait, guys! Loving these posts, by the way!
Most definitely this weekend though, providing I don't like break a bone or something.
Sorry for the wait, guys! Loving these posts, by the way!
People speak German with magic. Angry magic.
HeyHey! Post is up!
Apologies, it was a bit later than I meant it to be, but it's also longer than I had intended, so I guess it works out?
Glad to see you're still alive, guys! Looking forward to more posts!
Apologies, it was a bit later than I meant it to be, but it's also longer than I had intended, so I guess it works out?
Glad to see you're still alive, guys! Looking forward to more posts!
Kenna watched Church and Eva’s exchange with controlled curiosity, paying attention to their expressions and general body language. Their smiles, whilst innocent enough at first glance, held a sort of hidden... what? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it wasn’t particularly good. Then, like the good little newbie she was, she looked away and pretended she hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t her place to get involved in anything that she hadn’t been expressly involved in, maybe she could question them when she was closer to the Sector. Despite his attitude thus far, Church still intimidated her. Must be a Sector-leader thing. Or a Churchill Gunner thing.
She did, however, make a mental note to add that to the list of things she had to ask about, along with how to fit in better to the sector, when people usually held their training sessions and how the hell do people even speak German, since she felt totally lost sometimes when Klaus and Marina spoke and, for some reason, felt incredibly guilty. Everyone else was fine with German, of course, but Kenna just had to be the one clueless one. The list continues.
A flutter of panic stirred in her chest as Kenna realised that she hadn’t listened to what had been said, but soon dwindled when Church spoke openly to Acacia, which probably meant that she, at least, was in the clear.
“Should we expect armed resistance...?”
The panic soon swirled back to life, twisting in her gut. Armed resistance? She hadn’t even thought of that! Kenna’s gaze swirled to Church’s face in time to see a frown sink into his features, and her stomach dropped. Frowning leader can never be good.
“It’s impossible to say. There’s no reason to expect Omega or Spectre’s on this occasion, but... we can’t rule them out. And I can’t say The Black Church won’t be run by a shotgun preacher, either. So you’ll need to be on your guard, alright?”
Great, Kenna’s favourite thing in the world – uncertainty. She would have preferred he told her yes there would be, so she could have time to prepare herself, rather than not knowing and constantly having to look over her shoulder.
Well, she thought, at least I’m not at the very back.
Church looked at each of them in turn, and when his gaze met Kenna’s own emerald orbs she felt a hint of reassurance run through her like a shiver, almost anticipation, as if she was looking forward to it. She’d heard of the Runner’s High, of course, the thrill and the rush, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you soar through the skies. And she could’ve sworn that, when Church looked at them all and uttered the simple sentence ‘I believe in you lot. You won’t let me down,’ she felt that very same rush with both feet planted firmly on the ground.
They set off walking.
Kenna forced herself to keep up, doing a slow jog to keep up with the other member’s long strides, and then slowed to a hobbling walk when she spotted Maggie in the distance. The first time the young runner had encountered Maggie, she had been too terrified to speak in response to the older woman’s little quips and jibes, despite the fact that she seemed pleasant enough. Now she was worried how Maggie might react given her previous lack of social etiquette.
She watched as the experienced runners embraced and wondered how she had ever found them to be intimidating – at least, until talk turned back to kicking ass and she dropped her gaze to the floor again.
Sector V set off and Kenna fell into step behind, hurrying so she wasn’t at the very back, when Maggie stopped ahead of her. She tripped over her own shoelace slightly in her effort to stop, becoming horribly close to head-butting the woman.
“You two are fresh meat, right?” Kenna nodded slowly. “Good. It’s your job to make sure the rest of V doesn’t do something stupid.”
Kenna stared at Maggie incredulously then turned to look at the rest of the Sector who had stopped for them. Her? Stop them doing something stupid? How is being inexperienced – or ‘fresh meat’, as Maggie put it – ever a good thing? Nobody in the history of Sundown had ever uttered the words 'Well, thank God the newbie was here', she reckoned. She didn’t even know how the Sector worked on missions! Hell, she just nearly head-butted a woman because she couldn’t stop herself, how the hell was she the responsible one here?
Kenna tried to keep the ‘are you crazy?’ look off her face and listen to Maggie speak.
“I love them to pieces, but between you and me? Fucking clueless.”
“I can hear you,” Church called from where he stood ahead of them and Kenna tried not to laugh. “And I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
“Don’t get used to it, spring-heels.”
Maggie straightened and clapped her and Acacia – who Kenna hadn’t even noticed beyond her anxiety and partial fear of Maggie’s confusing attitude – on the shoulders and spoke whilst Kenna tried to stop her knees from buckling.
“If he says something stupid, refuse to do it, alright? Seriously.”
Kenna wanted to point out that Church was her Sector leader, and she was new to the Sector, so she sort’ve had to listen to him, but a feeling she was incredibly used to swirled in her stomach and she kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t imagine Church saying anything that outlandishly stupid, anyway, there was probably no need for Maggie’s advice, grateful as she was to receive it. Still, Kenna nodded numbly whilst attempting to look as though she was definitely taking everything on board.
Kenna sent Maggie a small wave and a barely-audible “Thanks”, before following Church’s gesture away from Sundown, beginning their descent.
During the journey, Kenna was very pleased to report that she had only tripped twice over assorted rubble, and had sustained no injury more serious than a hair-line scratch on her index finger from when she tried to catch herself from falling by grabbing the nearest wall.
The atmosphere was so different here compared to Sundown and it was steadily taking its toll on all of them. Kenna lagged behind a few times, but never became the one at the back, thankfully. Every time they stopped for a rest Kenna would lean against the nearest sturdy wall, much like she had during her little episode with Henry, and take deep, gulping breaths. The fear that she would slip into panic-mode again was always present in her mind but it always passed and she was fine to continue with the rest of V.
She didn’t know what she was expecting from the mission, but it was, so far, much more relaxed than she had imagined. They stopped for breaks and, when they had their breath back, would chat just like normal. Whenever they came across an obstacle, Klaus and Church would mutter to each other in German and Kenna was confused just as she always was. At a guess, she’d say that it was annoyed mutterings, but she could never really tell with German.
Night fell sooner than Kenna could keep track of. It felt as though the sun was there one minute then someone had simply flicked a switch and it was gone. She was grateful when Church called them to a stop and handed out blankets. Despite the oxygen-rich air around them, Kenna felt exhausted and very ready for some sleep, regardless of the lumpy beds. She could’ve slept on rocks she was so tired, muscles aching and protesting with each move.
Kenna watched the fire crackling with interest as she set her bed along the circumference of what she decided to call The Sector V Sleepy Circle. She hadn’t even realised she was hungry until Church set the cans on a metal shelf, at which point her stomach growled loudly and she flushed, wrapped her arms around her mid-riff and prayed that no one had heard.
“Alright everyone, this is supper for the night. When the cans start hissing, Eva should probably start stabbing them open. You’ve all made me really proud today,” Church smiled and Kenna relaxed ever so slightly, not even aware that she was tense. “Tomorrow we hit The Black Church, so I want you all fed and rested... How are you all feeling?”
Kenna looked down as Church looked around at them all, praying that she hadn’t let them down. She had, after all, managed to cut herself on a wall. She wiped her finger on the side of her trousers consciously, shifting her position so she sat on her bed roll with her legs crossed.
Her head tilted, as it did when she thought. How did she feel now? Undyingly grateful for rest and food, that’s for sure, but there was always a sickness in her stomach and a dizziness flying around her skull – that, she reckoned, was a result of over-oxygenation – but, thankfully, exhaustion had beaten back the anxiety. Kenna had no reason to complain just now.
She watched until Church’s gaze met hers and shrugged slightly, in a way that she hoped came across as light-hearted but probably looked more like a twitch.
“Uh, I- I’m okay.” She looked around at the others then slid her gaze across Church’s features.
There was a certain look about him that she hadn’t seen on him as of yet. It took a few moments to process, though it eventually clicked. He’s exhausted too. He’s human, just like the rest of them, and he probably had a load more stress to deal with than the rest, having to make sure his Sector stayed alive. Kenna remembered Daisy, the member that passed away just before she and Sonia joined. No, not passed away, Kenna reminded herself. She was murdered. And, with that thought, she winced. No wonder he was exhausted.
She caught herself staring at him, and quickly looked slightly to the left of his head, then at the floor before speaking again.
“Are, um, are you al- alright, uh, Church?” Kenna tried to show that she was concerned without seeming like a dork, but she wasn’t sure it worked. Instead she simply waited for his reaction, twirling a corner of her bed roll around her fingers to occupy herself.
She did, however, make a mental note to add that to the list of things she had to ask about, along with how to fit in better to the sector, when people usually held their training sessions and how the hell do people even speak German, since she felt totally lost sometimes when Klaus and Marina spoke and, for some reason, felt incredibly guilty. Everyone else was fine with German, of course, but Kenna just had to be the one clueless one. The list continues.
A flutter of panic stirred in her chest as Kenna realised that she hadn’t listened to what had been said, but soon dwindled when Church spoke openly to Acacia, which probably meant that she, at least, was in the clear.
“Should we expect armed resistance...?”
The panic soon swirled back to life, twisting in her gut. Armed resistance? She hadn’t even thought of that! Kenna’s gaze swirled to Church’s face in time to see a frown sink into his features, and her stomach dropped. Frowning leader can never be good.
“It’s impossible to say. There’s no reason to expect Omega or Spectre’s on this occasion, but... we can’t rule them out. And I can’t say The Black Church won’t be run by a shotgun preacher, either. So you’ll need to be on your guard, alright?”
Great, Kenna’s favourite thing in the world – uncertainty. She would have preferred he told her yes there would be, so she could have time to prepare herself, rather than not knowing and constantly having to look over her shoulder.
Well, she thought, at least I’m not at the very back.
Church looked at each of them in turn, and when his gaze met Kenna’s own emerald orbs she felt a hint of reassurance run through her like a shiver, almost anticipation, as if she was looking forward to it. She’d heard of the Runner’s High, of course, the thrill and the rush, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you soar through the skies. And she could’ve sworn that, when Church looked at them all and uttered the simple sentence ‘I believe in you lot. You won’t let me down,’ she felt that very same rush with both feet planted firmly on the ground.
They set off walking.
Kenna forced herself to keep up, doing a slow jog to keep up with the other member’s long strides, and then slowed to a hobbling walk when she spotted Maggie in the distance. The first time the young runner had encountered Maggie, she had been too terrified to speak in response to the older woman’s little quips and jibes, despite the fact that she seemed pleasant enough. Now she was worried how Maggie might react given her previous lack of social etiquette.
She watched as the experienced runners embraced and wondered how she had ever found them to be intimidating – at least, until talk turned back to kicking ass and she dropped her gaze to the floor again.
Sector V set off and Kenna fell into step behind, hurrying so she wasn’t at the very back, when Maggie stopped ahead of her. She tripped over her own shoelace slightly in her effort to stop, becoming horribly close to head-butting the woman.
“You two are fresh meat, right?” Kenna nodded slowly. “Good. It’s your job to make sure the rest of V doesn’t do something stupid.”
Kenna stared at Maggie incredulously then turned to look at the rest of the Sector who had stopped for them. Her? Stop them doing something stupid? How is being inexperienced – or ‘fresh meat’, as Maggie put it – ever a good thing? Nobody in the history of Sundown had ever uttered the words 'Well, thank God the newbie was here', she reckoned. She didn’t even know how the Sector worked on missions! Hell, she just nearly head-butted a woman because she couldn’t stop herself, how the hell was she the responsible one here?
Kenna tried to keep the ‘are you crazy?’ look off her face and listen to Maggie speak.
“I love them to pieces, but between you and me? Fucking clueless.”
“I can hear you,” Church called from where he stood ahead of them and Kenna tried not to laugh. “And I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
“Don’t get used to it, spring-heels.”
Maggie straightened and clapped her and Acacia – who Kenna hadn’t even noticed beyond her anxiety and partial fear of Maggie’s confusing attitude – on the shoulders and spoke whilst Kenna tried to stop her knees from buckling.
“If he says something stupid, refuse to do it, alright? Seriously.”
Kenna wanted to point out that Church was her Sector leader, and she was new to the Sector, so she sort’ve had to listen to him, but a feeling she was incredibly used to swirled in her stomach and she kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t imagine Church saying anything that outlandishly stupid, anyway, there was probably no need for Maggie’s advice, grateful as she was to receive it. Still, Kenna nodded numbly whilst attempting to look as though she was definitely taking everything on board.
Kenna sent Maggie a small wave and a barely-audible “Thanks”, before following Church’s gesture away from Sundown, beginning their descent.
During the journey, Kenna was very pleased to report that she had only tripped twice over assorted rubble, and had sustained no injury more serious than a hair-line scratch on her index finger from when she tried to catch herself from falling by grabbing the nearest wall.
The atmosphere was so different here compared to Sundown and it was steadily taking its toll on all of them. Kenna lagged behind a few times, but never became the one at the back, thankfully. Every time they stopped for a rest Kenna would lean against the nearest sturdy wall, much like she had during her little episode with Henry, and take deep, gulping breaths. The fear that she would slip into panic-mode again was always present in her mind but it always passed and she was fine to continue with the rest of V.
She didn’t know what she was expecting from the mission, but it was, so far, much more relaxed than she had imagined. They stopped for breaks and, when they had their breath back, would chat just like normal. Whenever they came across an obstacle, Klaus and Church would mutter to each other in German and Kenna was confused just as she always was. At a guess, she’d say that it was annoyed mutterings, but she could never really tell with German.
Night fell sooner than Kenna could keep track of. It felt as though the sun was there one minute then someone had simply flicked a switch and it was gone. She was grateful when Church called them to a stop and handed out blankets. Despite the oxygen-rich air around them, Kenna felt exhausted and very ready for some sleep, regardless of the lumpy beds. She could’ve slept on rocks she was so tired, muscles aching and protesting with each move.
Kenna watched the fire crackling with interest as she set her bed along the circumference of what she decided to call The Sector V Sleepy Circle. She hadn’t even realised she was hungry until Church set the cans on a metal shelf, at which point her stomach growled loudly and she flushed, wrapped her arms around her mid-riff and prayed that no one had heard.
“Alright everyone, this is supper for the night. When the cans start hissing, Eva should probably start stabbing them open. You’ve all made me really proud today,” Church smiled and Kenna relaxed ever so slightly, not even aware that she was tense. “Tomorrow we hit The Black Church, so I want you all fed and rested... How are you all feeling?”
Kenna looked down as Church looked around at them all, praying that she hadn’t let them down. She had, after all, managed to cut herself on a wall. She wiped her finger on the side of her trousers consciously, shifting her position so she sat on her bed roll with her legs crossed.
Her head tilted, as it did when she thought. How did she feel now? Undyingly grateful for rest and food, that’s for sure, but there was always a sickness in her stomach and a dizziness flying around her skull – that, she reckoned, was a result of over-oxygenation – but, thankfully, exhaustion had beaten back the anxiety. Kenna had no reason to complain just now.
She watched until Church’s gaze met hers and shrugged slightly, in a way that she hoped came across as light-hearted but probably looked more like a twitch.
“Uh, I- I’m okay.” She looked around at the others then slid her gaze across Church’s features.
There was a certain look about him that she hadn’t seen on him as of yet. It took a few moments to process, though it eventually clicked. He’s exhausted too. He’s human, just like the rest of them, and he probably had a load more stress to deal with than the rest, having to make sure his Sector stayed alive. Kenna remembered Daisy, the member that passed away just before she and Sonia joined. No, not passed away, Kenna reminded herself. She was murdered. And, with that thought, she winced. No wonder he was exhausted.
She caught herself staring at him, and quickly looked slightly to the left of his head, then at the floor before speaking again.
“Are, um, are you al- alright, uh, Church?” Kenna tried to show that she was concerned without seeming like a dork, but she wasn’t sure it worked. Instead she simply waited for his reaction, twirling a corner of her bed roll around her fingers to occupy herself.
Awesome, post guys! I gotta say, I particularly love Church and Maggie's interactions, they're hilarious.
Been a little busy this week so, sorry about that! ^^' I'll start a post either tonight or tomorrow night if all goes well!
Been a little busy this week so, sorry about that! ^^' I'll start a post either tonight or tomorrow night if all goes well!
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