Post by Mayhem on May 11, 2010 17:37:10 GMT -5
The taps of the steel toed boots echoed along the metal corridor. Clack... clack... clack... clack... Lights flickered above. The biting Alaska cold seeped into the bunker. The clacking stopped.
A young man in his early twenties looked down to a rusty pocket watch. It was already noon. Frown lines formed between his brow and around his lips. He closed his eyes and tucked his pocket watch into his pocket once more. He raised a hand to cover his eyes- he could feel a headache already. With his hand still over his eyes, he continued forward. Three steps later he was halted by coming into contact with something that came up to his mid chest, if that.
A familiar, indignant throat clearing made him bring his other hand up to his face and it pulled a sigh out of him from the depths of his boots. "You're late." He took a step back, knowing that the little one called Grimm would sooner take a step forward that backwards- especially if she was the one who had been run into.
"Have you ever known me to be on time?" Her voice was low for a woman. It could come as a shock, with how small of frame and body she was, but Grimm was like that in many ways.
((OH! Here it goes. Again. :3))
A young man in his early twenties looked down to a rusty pocket watch. It was already noon. Frown lines formed between his brow and around his lips. He closed his eyes and tucked his pocket watch into his pocket once more. He raised a hand to cover his eyes- he could feel a headache already. With his hand still over his eyes, he continued forward. Three steps later he was halted by coming into contact with something that came up to his mid chest, if that.
A familiar, indignant throat clearing made him bring his other hand up to his face and it pulled a sigh out of him from the depths of his boots. "You're late." He took a step back, knowing that the little one called Grimm would sooner take a step forward that backwards- especially if she was the one who had been run into.
"Have you ever known me to be on time?" Her voice was low for a woman. It could come as a shock, with how small of frame and body she was, but Grimm was like that in many ways.
((OH! Here it goes. Again. :3))