http://candles-secret.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] candles-secret.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2010-09-16 04:13 am

Pripyat, day 3 -- Robin -- [In person]


[It was already getting dark, and Robin had not only managed to get herself lost, but also regretted not falling asleep at the Manor in her overcoat. Russian weather was hardly desirable, espeically when you're only wearing 1 layer. Instinctively, she went for her blakcberry, but soon remembered she longer had it. As the wind picked up, she ducks into the nearest building, sinking down the wall to the floor with lack of energy. After several minutes of shivering violently from the cold, Robin had to force herself to get back up, and look for materials to burn. Since she had stumbled into what appeared to be a school, material wasn't hard to find. One or two smashed chairs, and a pile of books later, and anyone who's passing will see signs of a fire.

A while passed, before, despite her better judgment, the young girl eventually fell asleep, only to be woken suddenly about an hour later by the strangest of noises. It sounded like some kind of animal, and as she got to her feet to investigate, a creature of some description suddenly burst through the door, and skidded to a halt a few feet away. Out of fright, Robin's craft sent shoots of flame at her small guest
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((ooc: Yeah...Jack's pig..just..yeeah...I blame you, Purple =] ))

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Sheldon knew that telling a person that they can't do something was never a good idea. He knew that Robin could take care of herself and watching over her was only a small task compared to what he has done before. He became her shadow. Her guardian...and perhaps something more ever since the Loveless event, he changed and he was at her command which never left him.

The moment he heard her startled cry, he ran through the door and was about to shoot the poor hapless creature not lit aflame, his dark eyes searched the room to find Robin.

He quickly went to her side and knelt down, putting his heavy M11/9 away.]

Hey. It's me.

[He removed his gloves and gave them to her to use.]

Here. Put these on.

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're worried about the radiation, I'm not bothered with it. Why would the Author go through great lengths to put us here only to kill us? There's no sense in it. Besides, it's cold outside.

[He smirked clearly since the bandanna is off his face. The roasting pig made him look at it with a raised brow.]

Well, at least we don't have to worry about how we're going to stay warm.

Oh god!! XD It is!! And Sheldon's humor is dark anyway. :D

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sheldon sputters and snickers before breaking into a laugh which is very rare for him to find anything that funny. The entire situation was hilarious to him.]

Well, we won't have to worry about bacon for a while.

He's so wonderfully humorous when he let's himself go. XD

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-16 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Still, you have to admit it kept you from panicking.

[He chuckles and grins looking back at the pig, then back to Robin with a smirk.]

Uh, I don't think it was prepared for consumption, so maybe some other time. I didn't bring my spit.

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-17 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He slid down, taking his seat next to Robin and nods.]

I could have but I didn't. Maybe I was curious the same as you.

[He clears his throat.]

Still, it could be worse. Are you intending to stay in the rain?

Woohoo!

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-17 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks around his surroundings and smirks.]

I wouldn't know about that.

[He moves to look for anything that they could use which could range from books, even thought they're in Russian he could teach her the language at least some, and materials to build something with.

He gathers these things and dumps them in a pile. He tosses some things into the fire while others he sets aside.]

I'm thinking that since I'm probably going to run out of ammo before too long, making a snare trap would work in catching some fresh meat. The deer migration is coming soon and I want to get one before I miss it.

[He takes one of the chairs and slams it against the wall which causes the wood to splinter and break into sharp points.]

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-18 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
If I shot a bullet into a deer that isn't tainted if the bullet is irradiated, then the contamination becomes worse. I have plenty of bullets. I'm not going to use them on the animals if I can help it.

[He thought about the possibility that someone else was just as armed but he certainly didn't want to bring that up now. Ever since he heard that Mello killed someone, he didn't want to chance not being armed.]

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-18 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
And we monopolized that corner.

[He put the wood to the fire instead to keep it going instead of using it for a trap. He started looking for blankets or anything else that was around to use as shield against the cold.]

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-18 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He returned with two blankets. Granted they weren't very large but it was enough to shield them from the cold.]

This should help.

[Being an insomniac due to his pressing job and old habits, 5 hours is what he really needed to keep himself going. He hands one of the blankets to Robin.]

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a soft scoff with a grin before he wraps his own blanket around his form and slides down next to her for added warmth.]

According to the pattern, I would say about two weeks. Either way, it feels much longer, I'll conceded to that.

[He tried to keep his opinions to himself and kept his mind on the matter at hand.]

You seem tired. Get some rest. I'll keep watch.

I know what you mean.

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-19 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sheldon looked at his watch as if on cue and gave the time.]

12:59.

[He was a devout Catholic but he never openly practiced. He knew the Bible forwards and backwards which made him formidable spiritually as well as physically and mentally. He was balanced. He had firm beliefs that people needed a means to balance themselves instead of forced which made them stronger on their own.

He viewed life and everything that goes along with it like a bridge. If it's maintained, that bridge would stand strong. If it was neglected, the bridge would fall. He neglected his loving nature for far too long and meeting Robin put it back into the prospective that he needed it to maintain his balance. It was whether or not that he would act upon it that is yet to be seen.]

Still, I wonder just how far she's willing to carry this shit out before she fails in her guarded secret.

Isn't he? The funny thing is, he hides it very well.

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-20 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
True. God gives us the knowledge to do what is necessary but how far are we willing to go to obtain it and keep it safe?

[His gloved hands gripped the ends of the material. His face didn't show any outward signs of discomfort despite the cold.]

I used to think that everything was in it's proper place and there were a select few that were given the task as caretakers. It' looks like the majority abused that and the few that were sent to guard are being whittled down one by one.

[identity profile] sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com 2010-09-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Being a caretaker is a calling and it should come naturally to the one answering it. Those that are forced to take notice generally become corrupted by their own ideals which in turn can cause some serious issues for the ones that are doing the right thing by taking the right actions accordingly.

Life and death is not by our own judgment alone. That should be decided according to the actions of the one committing the reprimand who should be comfortable carrying out the task without question.

[He tries to put it together the best he can but he's finding the words difficult to express without sounding over zealous.]