Post by Purple on Jan 7, 2012 21:44:29 GMT -5
Behold! Clear skies that capture every tone of blue on a vastless plain, grass as green as the six digit code, and birds singing songs of every daisy blowing in the wind had abducted the Avenue. Sure to be missed, but excited to be away from. Adult only, free trip to places not many colors had seen. And with that, two huge RVs sat in the center of Avenue square, watching every figure say it's goodbyes and explain it's last place of needs before tossing hands in a wave. Embraces, soft comments, and a few loud winded departing words from Red, before the gates were opened and Colorless' leading RV began rolling, followed by the RV drove by one of her science projects whom simply went by Nine. The android was as dim as the sky, hands gripping the wheel like a death sentence, and the world nothing but space. Onward bound, the two automobiles made their way South of their Colorado residences until there was miles of cities, loads of lights, and a handful of people every two feet.
In most senses, leaving the avenue for the first time in most of his life had become a bitter thought. But six hours down the road, a few pitstops, and a tire change later everything was going swimmingly. But of course, the arrangements for travel partners was Melissa's choice, so among Gaz and Kiro, Destin also joined in. With that said, the orange counterpart, Sed, was with Zag and Orik. Which got the least complaints from anyone. Green eyes took in the scenery along the intersection, it wasn't home... but it was homely enough. And since the last time he'd went camping didn't go as planned, his mind was still stuck on that horrendous summer's night.
Fire flickered dimly against the soft teal hues of childly eyes, lightning bugs dancing softly to the draping, and the crackle of ember seem to be the only thing keeping the campsite alive. An eight year old Gaz along side his companion, Destin; the most serene of nights spent in such a place simply couldn't stay so softly spoken. Childish bicker of the truths of forest lurks lead to foul play, marks were made, punches thrown. But only stern eyes of the Red tone to make them behave. Perhaps it wasn't the thought of the punishment, but the intimidation for the speaker that kept the Secondaries in order the rest of the night. Hem existed, but not known as well, and those horns were exposed. Wrong reactions led to another brawl in the forest's floor as hands seized both. Loud snaps breaking in the woods from the lurking animal, but Red simply dropped the boys' and returned to the tent before zipping it up. Locking out the youth to face the nigh--
His head shook, no more of that nonsense. There was nothing about that night he wanted to recall, and the reason he never went back out into the dark again. Perhaps only when needed, and barely then. If it happened once, it happened a thousand times to touch the edges of sound barriers to the sound of the breaks as the RV hauled to a stop. An apology from Melissa sounded before they started up again, though his eyes laid on the creature beside the road. Just some lone fox slinking across the highway, crisis avoided. Purple bangs were brushed from distracted grey eyes, their tones finally shifting to a calmed silver tone before he looked to the rest of the small room. One bed, one couch, a table, refrigerator, microwave, WiFi router, and of course the charging pad with Gaz's and Melissa's phones laying side by side.
No, he didn't miss the avenue like planned, but he couldn't help but wonder to all the other's involved on this trip. Why would Mel go out of her way to prepare a trip for just the eight of them? She and Nine seemed to have a cabin, but what was the purpose of making the Purples, Yellows, and Oranges sleep in the wilderness outside? It truly mattered nothing to Gaz, he had his protection and his comfort areas, besides it was only for a week or so. Though Purple looked toward where Kiro was, then back to Destin, taking in their details before looking to the notebook in front of him. Not even sure what he was previously doing, perhaps ingredients to something, but now it was doodled on beyond recognition. The thought of it seemed to simply lurk away before his mind was invaded with questions, 'Where are we?', 'Are we there yet?', 'You awake?'. They poured in constantly before he simply sent back as many curses he could think of.
Inwardly, he smiled and leaned back into the old booth seat that settled opposite of it's twin across the table. The snug of the satin cover against the arm rest was cool to the touch, but appeared a warm color. Thinks like such always puzzled Gaz, but he never questioned it. Before long, he grew bored of staring at trees and pastures of animals and stood. Wandering to the fridge for anything with a flavor to it, preferably citrus. After the door was open, he bent down enough to peer into the ice box. Soda, booze, juices, and of course nothing like he wanted. But with a sigh, a cream soda was snatched up before shutting the door and plopping down. Not his type of sugars, but it'd work. Reluctantly, he took a sip and slumped in his seat. Silence still lingering on his tongue.
Windows down, loud crunkcore music thumping the vehicle, and some bandanna tied lazily around the droid driving's forehead, the Distorted's had already kicked back. With their slightly more roomy RV, there was plenty of space for Zag, Orik, Sed, and the uptight driver. All the luggage was safely tucked underneath the living area, and everything was going smoothly. Idly, he twirled the metal top to the bottle in his hand around his fingers with an amused expression. In fact, he had no idea what he was drinking, but it was sugary enough to put a normal into a diabetic coma. He looked to the front, "Yo, Nine! Why do they call you Nine? You've OBVIOUSLY got a reason." he raised a brow, but only got a shallow glance.
"Ninth model." it replied, but returned to driving. Through it's robotic sigh, snickers erupted from the behind it's seat. "Are you terminator robot, room to love robot, or sexbot? All three would be cool too." Zag's eyes narrowed as he leaned from the floorboard against the cold metal arm of the android, but got a soft push. "I am what I am told. Today? I drive the RV." it's voice returned to it's digital noise before Zag huffed. "You're not very interesting, Nine. I'd expect more from something Melly made." he poked out his tongue and jerked onto the couch beside Sed with a yawn. Looking over his shoulder curiously before falling back against his pillows.
He hated trips, and travelling always got funny looks drawn in his direction. Up North, where they were from... no one seemed bothered anymore. It was normal, but got his name around, though he never really did anything bad, so things went along with that quality. After a moment of squirming, Zag laid back and let his head rest on Sed's lap. Uncaring to if it were wanted or not, he sighed loudly and looked down at his exposed stitchline. Glad the weather allowed his casual attire out. Even if he still wore his roughed up jeans and boots, atleast he had something to hang loosely over his stitches. This being his favorite, it was solid black, something he swiped from Izzy's closet, and looked fitted, but was loose enough not to stick in his stitches like the sweaters he wore did. With a louder sigh he glanced in Orik direction. "We should'a brought some kind of torture device... like the Game Of Life or something." he sighed, "I'd settle with a board game over this boring ass ride." he looked to the small glass area above him, the sky visible above but he looked to Orik and Sed for attention and ideas.
In most senses, leaving the avenue for the first time in most of his life had become a bitter thought. But six hours down the road, a few pitstops, and a tire change later everything was going swimmingly. But of course, the arrangements for travel partners was Melissa's choice, so among Gaz and Kiro, Destin also joined in. With that said, the orange counterpart, Sed, was with Zag and Orik. Which got the least complaints from anyone. Green eyes took in the scenery along the intersection, it wasn't home... but it was homely enough. And since the last time he'd went camping didn't go as planned, his mind was still stuck on that horrendous summer's night.
Fire flickered dimly against the soft teal hues of childly eyes, lightning bugs dancing softly to the draping, and the crackle of ember seem to be the only thing keeping the campsite alive. An eight year old Gaz along side his companion, Destin; the most serene of nights spent in such a place simply couldn't stay so softly spoken. Childish bicker of the truths of forest lurks lead to foul play, marks were made, punches thrown. But only stern eyes of the Red tone to make them behave. Perhaps it wasn't the thought of the punishment, but the intimidation for the speaker that kept the Secondaries in order the rest of the night. Hem existed, but not known as well, and those horns were exposed. Wrong reactions led to another brawl in the forest's floor as hands seized both. Loud snaps breaking in the woods from the lurking animal, but Red simply dropped the boys' and returned to the tent before zipping it up. Locking out the youth to face the nigh--
His head shook, no more of that nonsense. There was nothing about that night he wanted to recall, and the reason he never went back out into the dark again. Perhaps only when needed, and barely then. If it happened once, it happened a thousand times to touch the edges of sound barriers to the sound of the breaks as the RV hauled to a stop. An apology from Melissa sounded before they started up again, though his eyes laid on the creature beside the road. Just some lone fox slinking across the highway, crisis avoided. Purple bangs were brushed from distracted grey eyes, their tones finally shifting to a calmed silver tone before he looked to the rest of the small room. One bed, one couch, a table, refrigerator, microwave, WiFi router, and of course the charging pad with Gaz's and Melissa's phones laying side by side.
No, he didn't miss the avenue like planned, but he couldn't help but wonder to all the other's involved on this trip. Why would Mel go out of her way to prepare a trip for just the eight of them? She and Nine seemed to have a cabin, but what was the purpose of making the Purples, Yellows, and Oranges sleep in the wilderness outside? It truly mattered nothing to Gaz, he had his protection and his comfort areas, besides it was only for a week or so. Though Purple looked toward where Kiro was, then back to Destin, taking in their details before looking to the notebook in front of him. Not even sure what he was previously doing, perhaps ingredients to something, but now it was doodled on beyond recognition. The thought of it seemed to simply lurk away before his mind was invaded with questions, 'Where are we?', 'Are we there yet?', 'You awake?'. They poured in constantly before he simply sent back as many curses he could think of.
Inwardly, he smiled and leaned back into the old booth seat that settled opposite of it's twin across the table. The snug of the satin cover against the arm rest was cool to the touch, but appeared a warm color. Thinks like such always puzzled Gaz, but he never questioned it. Before long, he grew bored of staring at trees and pastures of animals and stood. Wandering to the fridge for anything with a flavor to it, preferably citrus. After the door was open, he bent down enough to peer into the ice box. Soda, booze, juices, and of course nothing like he wanted. But with a sigh, a cream soda was snatched up before shutting the door and plopping down. Not his type of sugars, but it'd work. Reluctantly, he took a sip and slumped in his seat. Silence still lingering on his tongue.
Windows down, loud crunkcore music thumping the vehicle, and some bandanna tied lazily around the droid driving's forehead, the Distorted's had already kicked back. With their slightly more roomy RV, there was plenty of space for Zag, Orik, Sed, and the uptight driver. All the luggage was safely tucked underneath the living area, and everything was going smoothly. Idly, he twirled the metal top to the bottle in his hand around his fingers with an amused expression. In fact, he had no idea what he was drinking, but it was sugary enough to put a normal into a diabetic coma. He looked to the front, "Yo, Nine! Why do they call you Nine? You've OBVIOUSLY got a reason." he raised a brow, but only got a shallow glance.
"Ninth model." it replied, but returned to driving. Through it's robotic sigh, snickers erupted from the behind it's seat. "Are you terminator robot, room to love robot, or sexbot? All three would be cool too." Zag's eyes narrowed as he leaned from the floorboard against the cold metal arm of the android, but got a soft push. "I am what I am told. Today? I drive the RV." it's voice returned to it's digital noise before Zag huffed. "You're not very interesting, Nine. I'd expect more from something Melly made." he poked out his tongue and jerked onto the couch beside Sed with a yawn. Looking over his shoulder curiously before falling back against his pillows.
He hated trips, and travelling always got funny looks drawn in his direction. Up North, where they were from... no one seemed bothered anymore. It was normal, but got his name around, though he never really did anything bad, so things went along with that quality. After a moment of squirming, Zag laid back and let his head rest on Sed's lap. Uncaring to if it were wanted or not, he sighed loudly and looked down at his exposed stitchline. Glad the weather allowed his casual attire out. Even if he still wore his roughed up jeans and boots, atleast he had something to hang loosely over his stitches. This being his favorite, it was solid black, something he swiped from Izzy's closet, and looked fitted, but was loose enough not to stick in his stitches like the sweaters he wore did. With a louder sigh he glanced in Orik direction. "We should'a brought some kind of torture device... like the Game Of Life or something." he sighed, "I'd settle with a board game over this boring ass ride." he looked to the small glass area above him, the sky visible above but he looked to Orik and Sed for attention and ideas.
