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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 16:22:07 GMT -8
Amy smiled at Marco, glad that the controller was, in fact, an idiot. Though it would seem to her, she was desperate. She looked around the building, staying put, knowing if they made a sound now then someone would surely come in and see them. It seemed familiar, but she didn't remember being here. Of course, she barely remembered being eight years old. As they waited, her mind was reeling about knowing of the place here and seeing it as if she saw it only yesterday. She thought it weird, and would talk to Marco when they were able to crawl out of their hiding spot.
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 16:43:48 GMT -8
Marco waited in strained silence, for him, remaining silent was dificult. Under stress, he cracked jokes, or bickered wittilly with womeone, usually Rachel...but Rachel wasn't around. It was utterly insane. They were hiding under a bed like a couple of kids, with Yeerks patrolling the nearby woods.
He looked at his bride, fidgeting slightly as he tried to resist cracking a joke about how stupid the Yeerks were.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 16:51:25 GMT -8
Amy hated silence. She knew Marco did, too. In fact, he probably had a joke inside his head that he was wanting to say, and she always enjoyed listening to any of his jokes. Him joking was a sign they would make it out; they hadn't had a chance to joke right then, though. She rested her hand on his own as they waited.
After a while, she sent Marco a look that asked, Do you think it's okay to come out now?
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 17:01:26 GMT -8
Marco felt Amy's hand on his and instantly relaxed. He stopped figetting and simply send a reassuring smile to his wife. After time had passed, the sound of footsteps faded into the distance. He returned Amy's lok with one that said, "Only one way to find out."
He crept to the window, and lifted his head abve the sill, just enough to see that the Yeerks were not there. Of course, that didn't mean they weren't anywhere around...it could be a trap, he slunk back to the bed and whispered to his wife, "I don't see anyone. Looks like the morons are gone. Still, better let me go out first to make sure."
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 17:07:51 GMT -8
Amy smiled back at him and then watched as he went to the window and came back. She fought the urge to laugh as Marco said 'morons.' She could not believe they had fallen for her as-seen-on tv trick. She nodded, reluctant to let him go first. It was her fault he was in this mess anyways.
She waited as he moved. She felt herself shaking out of fear, but that didn't stop her from watching.
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 17:14:23 GMT -8
Marco gave his wife a kiss, just in case. It was soft and sweet, and lingered his lips on hers for only a moment. Then he crept his way to the door, leaving the dracon beam behind so that she had a way to defend herself. He poked his head out the door, nothing. He stepped full out into the open, nothing. He looked around, no one.
"They're gone." He called quietly back to Amy Lona, "Keep watch while I morph."
He trusted her to do as he asked. He was vulnerable during the few moments it would take him to morph, and so he needed her help as he focused on the racehorse DNA within him.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 17:39:08 GMT -8
Amy returned the kiss and felt like one of the fangirls would have felt if Marco so much as looked at them. That was the effect Marco always had on her. She loved every minute of it.
She watched nervously as he checked out the outside then climbed out. She kept watch, as asked, and when he was done morphing, she said, "I'm just telling you it's been years since I've..." she trailed off, her eye having caught something. She picked it up, it was a baby book. With her name on it? She looked at the walls, and there were pictures of her when she was only five, one of them being on a horse. Her mouth hung open. She had been here before....
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 17:43:32 GMT -8
Marco shifted from man to horse as quickly as he could, <I know, it's been years since you've ridden. Do you have a better Idea? Maybe I could go gorilla and we could reinact King Kong?>
He noticed then that she had stopped speaking, and turned watched her from the wide vision of the horse. He could see hardly anything in front of him, and had little depth perception, but Amy Lona was clear enough, <What's wrong?>
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 17:56:32 GMT -8
<I know, it's been years since you've ridden. Do you have a better Idea? Maybe I could go gorilla and we could reinact King Kong?> Amy heard what Marco said, and still had to say, "What? Oh, no, riding bareback is fine..." Amy then heard Marco ask what was wrong, and she said, "I know this place....but I don't. I know, it's confusing. But I don't remember much of anything before my eighth birthday. I think I used to live here when I was five. All these pictures....are of me. With my dad, my mom. But all of it....me..."
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 18:05:25 GMT -8
Large brown equine eyes blinked in suprise at what she said, <Makes sense...you knew right where it was.>
It wasn't that he was unsympathetic towards his wife, but he knew that the Controllers would be coming back this way before too much longer. He wanted to get going, and stamped a hoof as he looked nervously over his shoulder. <Look, sweety, we need to go, like...now. I know you want answers....but there isn't time! Grab a few momentos that might provide a clue, and let's go!>
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 18:12:05 GMT -8
Amy could sense the urgency in his thought-speaking. She grabbed the book, and unbeknownst to her another book that was her parent's journal, and ran to him. "You're right. Let's go." She climbed onto his back with none of the extravagance she used to have and held on to his mane as she got on. "Okay, I think I'm ready."
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Post by marco on Dec 21, 2008 18:21:08 GMT -8
Marco waited patiently as he could as Amy collected her few things. His nostrils quivered and his ears twitched as he monitored the area for signs that the Yeerks were returning. Soon He felt Amy lunging onto his back.
<Hold on tight> He warned, and waited for her tight grip upon his mane, then took off at a gallop.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 21, 2008 18:55:05 GMT -8
Amy nearly yelled out when he went from a stand still straight to a gallop. One would think I was smart enough to know he was gonna do that.... She shook her head and ducked where it counted, and held on tightly. Even for not riding in a while, she still had her riding abilities and she was glad for it.
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Post by marco on Dec 22, 2008 6:57:32 GMT -8
Marco wove through the trees, it was harer than he would have thought. He should have realized that a horse was not made for travel through a forest enviroment. Over some terrain he had to slow and watch his footing, but as soon as he was oout of the trees he took off again, heading in the direction of their home. It seemed they were safe at last.
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Post by Amy Lona Arzabe on Dec 22, 2008 10:25:45 GMT -8
Amy kept her grip as they got out of the trees, she dared not let go. She soon saw their home and breathed a sigh of relief, hugging the neck of Marco's morph. "Okay, for not having ridden in a while, I don't think I did that bad."
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