Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

Senka paid little attention to the fact that she had walked in on the foreigner reaching up under her dress. The girl could have been masturbating and she still probably wouldn??t have cared, at least that would have kept her occupied in a less disrupting manner. The girl tore her nylons in half and scrunched them up, using them pointlessly as a cleaning rag. She scrubbed at the desks with a little bit of dirty water dripped from the cloth she had used earlier. Senka knew what she was trying to do, and knew that it wouldn??t work. There was no ??fixing?? this, no matter what you did. Even if the war ended tomorrow, Senka didn??t think it would - could ever be fixed. Senka watched as the girl glared at the half-empty can of food that had slammed down before her, before it was shoved back into her hands. The foreigner??s words began to pluck at the frayed strings of her temper, and Senka held onto the tin can tight enough that her knuckles started to go pale. The girl continued to furiously scrub and dust the few desks that had not been used for firewood, moving from one row to the next. Senka had not moved an inch, her glaring eyes following the girl around the room, biting her tongue to keep herself from launching into a tirade at the girl. But when the foreigner started to advance on her, her voice rising in volume and tone, she gave up any restraint she was holding. Senka slammed the can of beans onto the desk again, took two steps towards the foreigner as she tried to retreat back to that damned cello of hers - how long would it take before that was scrapped for firewood? - and grabbed her shoulder. She felt the fabric of the foreign girl's fancy dress bunch up beneath her fingers, and Senka spun the girl around and shoved her down - hard - into a chair. ??Sit down! ? She shouted, glaring at her. ??Do you think any of us were used to this? Are used to this? My friend??s mother just died before his eyes, and you think that you??re unlucky?? She was screaming now too, the wound in her back aching with each word. ??You want to play your damn symphony? Fine then! Play it! Play until your god-damned fingers bleed! I won??t stop you. But playing music will not keep you, me, or anyone else in this cesspit alive! They ???? She stabbed towards the outer wall with her finger, ??will not hold back because you are not from here! So, stop your useless bitching , and learn to live with where you are now!? Her throat was nearly raw when the first set of mortars shrieked in from above. She didn't even hear them coming in - sometimes she could - but not this time. The floor suddenly jumped up at her, nearly knocking her off her feet as dust poured from the ceiling. She heard glass shattering somewhere, and the sudden, agonized wail of someone who had been caught be shrapnel. ??Get down!? Senka knocked the foreigner to the floor, covering her with her own body ?? the first concern for her physical safety she had shown since they had met. Do not move. She rasped over the noise. Another round of mortars shrieked in from above, blasting the world into oblivion. Her teeth felt like they were going to come loose. Dislodged ceiling tiles fell on them, and Senka felt something painful jabbing into her back, but it quickly passed. A third salvo followed soon after, crashing down with enough force to collapse part of the school, smoke and dust brewing up into the sky. Finally, there was stillness... Then the screaming started. Dozens of voices as one, wailing with pain, rising up from the depths of the shattered school. Gunfire popped as well, as those still in condition to fight scrambled to defend themselves from in incoming assault. Ears ringing and coughing on the thick dust that filled the air, Senka pushed off of Amadora's body and scrambled to her feet, stumbling over to grab her rifle from where it had fallen to the ground. ?? Bojan! ? She barked, trying to clear her throat of the dust-laden air. ?? Come on! ? Bojan came stumbling out through the dust, a bloody gash weeping along his jaw. His eyes blazed, his rifle clenched in his hands. They did not need to speak, it was already known what they had to do. Bojan grabbed the one of the desks that Amadora had reorganized, hurling it over against the wall, and climbed on top of it. A hole in the roof of the room served as their access to the second floor - what was left of it, at least. Senka quickly started up after him, but she paused for long enough to turn back to the foreign girl. She held out her hand urgently. Come on! Follow us!