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Sep. 9th, 2008 03:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaWhat ever it was, they hadn't found it by the end of their patrol. The heartless had been distracted, milling and mobbing at random until the patrollers were close enough to notice and attack instead, but that was heartless. Stressful, but not unmanageable. The search left her seething as their patrol ended, with no reason to extend their own, no evidence to follow after. Nothing.
Just a body.
She had a bad feeling about it that not even the hot shower could leech out of her muscles. It was just...too weird. Too out of place in Traverse Town. Her instinct said it wasn't over, and said instinct had gotten her out of more jams than she cared to think on so she listened.
And they'd still found nothing.
Sleep of course was out of the question, so she slipped back into street clothes and stomped over to First District. Maybe just listening to the people would help calm her. The safe ones, the people they did all the patrols for...
...they were soothing, actually. She just sat for a while, knees tucked to her chin on the bench as she let the normal, everyday sounds of Traverse soak into her brain. It could only have been a couple of hours before there was a soft tug on her sleeve. She must have fallen asleep...but the bio-signature was one she knew, so she didn't lash out as she opened her eyes "Yes Ella?"
The girl in question was no more than ten or eleven, one of a pair of kids that'd been in Traverse for years. She wasn't easily shaken, but now she looked afraid "Aya? Aya...my brother isn't back yet. He went off to play and it was my day to help with the littles...and it's been hours."
"Oh..." shit "...who saw him last kiddo? I'll ask around okay? I bet he's just being a dumb boy, and you can chew him out when I drag him back."
The person who saw him last was Thomas. Whom she couldn't find. Same for Edward, Jim, Tillie, Sam, John, Derrick, and Erin. Not being able to find a gaggle of boys in First District was a problem. She finally managed to find Tillie's little brother pouting in the alley past the duck boys shop. "They won't let me play tag the wall!"
There was a kid size hole in the fence at the end of the alley. Tag the wall?
"Shit" she spat, as she crawled through the hole. It led to the alley in Second District. And ten feet away was a wall that any daring, or dared, young boys would feel safe in darting out to touch and galloping back before the heartless appeared. "Shit shit shit."
Even better? There was a shimmer of slime on that wall...and what looked like a shed skin when she scooped it up. Wetter than snakeskin...and so much bigger than what could have come from the body.
It was hours yet until their shift, but that suddenly didn't matter. It didn't matter at all.
Just a body.
She had a bad feeling about it that not even the hot shower could leech out of her muscles. It was just...too weird. Too out of place in Traverse Town. Her instinct said it wasn't over, and said instinct had gotten her out of more jams than she cared to think on so she listened.
And they'd still found nothing.
Sleep of course was out of the question, so she slipped back into street clothes and stomped over to First District. Maybe just listening to the people would help calm her. The safe ones, the people they did all the patrols for...
...they were soothing, actually. She just sat for a while, knees tucked to her chin on the bench as she let the normal, everyday sounds of Traverse soak into her brain. It could only have been a couple of hours before there was a soft tug on her sleeve. She must have fallen asleep...but the bio-signature was one she knew, so she didn't lash out as she opened her eyes "Yes Ella?"
The girl in question was no more than ten or eleven, one of a pair of kids that'd been in Traverse for years. She wasn't easily shaken, but now she looked afraid "Aya? Aya...my brother isn't back yet. He went off to play and it was my day to help with the littles...and it's been hours."
"Oh..." shit "...who saw him last kiddo? I'll ask around okay? I bet he's just being a dumb boy, and you can chew him out when I drag him back."
The person who saw him last was Thomas. Whom she couldn't find. Same for Edward, Jim, Tillie, Sam, John, Derrick, and Erin. Not being able to find a gaggle of boys in First District was a problem. She finally managed to find Tillie's little brother pouting in the alley past the duck boys shop. "They won't let me play tag the wall!"
There was a kid size hole in the fence at the end of the alley. Tag the wall?
"Shit" she spat, as she crawled through the hole. It led to the alley in Second District. And ten feet away was a wall that any daring, or dared, young boys would feel safe in darting out to touch and galloping back before the heartless appeared. "Shit shit shit."
Even better? There was a shimmer of slime on that wall...and what looked like a shed skin when she scooped it up. Wetter than snakeskin...and so much bigger than what could have come from the body.
It was hours yet until their shift, but that suddenly didn't matter. It didn't matter at all.
