How pleasant of her to finally join him. This was good; everything was going according to plan - like how it should.
For a sheer moment, brown eyes were fixed on her from the comfort of the observation tower - fitting, considering his name. He blinked and noted how she glanced around, how her expression morphed into something else. Blatant confusion. That was to be anticipated. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you were stripped from your town and find yourself standing on a desolate, lifeless boardwalk.
He gave a breathy chuckle, propping his chin up in his palm while his elbow rested on the tower’s railing. Good, at least she wasn’t foolish. Natural survival instinct was a gift in such situations like these. A breeze travelled through the area with ease, allowing the trees to sway from it’s touch and dead leaves descended to the damp earth. He pushed himself off the wooden railing, littered with written names and drawings.
..This was odd. The vessel was quiet for once. Perhaps Kevin was giving him the silent treatment, or perhaps Kevin’s conscious was not fully functional at the moment. He wasn’t complaining. Kevin’s voice ringing in his ear could be compared to a dog barking for hours with no end.
His small figure vanished from the watch tower, and his feet quietly met the boardwalk’s trail. The Observer rose up, his body matter manifesting from the shadows. He craned his head, and behind his glasses, reflecting the moonlight above, his eyes followed the confused girl ascending up the steps.
Time to see how she’ll manage.
The trip up was harder than she intended it to. Perhaps it was the cold wind that seemed to slow her down, or maybe it was her conventional paranoia that had her looking back every couple of seconds whenever she thought she had heard something, only to be greeted with pitch blackness. To her, it felt like hours, but eventually she had made it to the top, as she dragged her body onto for one final stretch before slumping onto her back and gasping for air. She didn’t care if she looked like a freak or a weirdo, what matters is that she made it in one piece.
“Fucking stairs..”, she whispered harshly to herself before she groans. “Man, why does this always keep happening to me.”
She already knew the answer to that, it just always shocked her that so many bad things could happen to a person’s life in just the span of a year. She dismissed those thoughts by getting up from her ridiculous state and coolly brushed herself off. Sighing, she takes a look around the place, noticing the lack of binoculars and a large surplus of graffiti marked among the wooden structure.
She crouched down to one particular on the far right corner of the railing. It seemed like she had seen those markings before, hidden in a set of videos she had viewed when she was at a library once upon a time, though it took her a while to even find them, as she didn’t know how to handle computers to begin with.
She blinks, realizing she had been staring at the markings for a while now. She began to slowly get up again, not before she suddenly whipped around and held the stick defensively, ready to defend herself at whatever was behind her. It wasn’t that she knew there was someone there, it was just her blatant paranoia acting up again. But why wouldn’t it be at a time and place like this.
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