Ben||X5-493 (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brokensoldier) wrote,@ 2007-10-03 22:54:00 |
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#15 Mistaken identity
Ben had escaped from Manticore again and was on the run. He had no idea where to go even if he was debating Seattle. He had seen Max on the news, and knew about Terminal City now. He wondered even if he was supposed to be dead would Max still welcome him? He wasn't sure. He had been in Seattle for a time and had gotten a bit frustrated as people came up to him and called him by a name that wasn't his. Alec. Alec. He didn't even know an Alec. But the strange woman with the dark skin and curled hair and the tall skinny light skinned man that seemed like he had a few marbles loose seemed to know this Alec.
He had to wonder what in the hell was a Jam Pony, he knew what a pony was and what jam was. The two words together however just seemed out of place and sounded sticky and messy. Then they began talking about meeting up later at Crash. His brow furrowed a bit watching these strange people wondering why they'd want to go to a crash. Ordinaries were strange people, but as they left the woman mentioned Max and Ben paused. He went to ask where Max was but they rode off on their bikes.
Ben walked off shaking his head confused not knowing why those two odd ordinaries called him Alec and talked about such strange things to do. He was doubting again wherther he was really meant to be outside or not.
Ben/X5-493 // Dark Angel // 255 words
Ben had escaped from Manticore again and was on the run. He had no idea where to go even if he was debating Seattle. He had seen Max on the news, and knew about Terminal City now. He wondered even if he was supposed to be dead would Max still welcome him? He wasn't sure. He had been in Seattle for a time and had gotten a bit frustrated as people came up to him and called him by a name that wasn't his. Alec. Alec. He didn't even know an Alec. But the strange woman with the dark skin and curled hair and the tall skinny light skinned man that seemed like he had a few marbles loose seemed to know this Alec.
He had to wonder what in the hell was a Jam Pony, he knew what a pony was and what jam was. The two words together however just seemed out of place and sounded sticky and messy. Then they began talking about meeting up later at Crash. His brow furrowed a bit watching these strange people wondering why they'd want to go to a crash. Ordinaries were strange people, but as they left the woman mentioned Max and Ben paused. He went to ask where Max was but they rode off on their bikes.
Ben walked off shaking his head confused not knowing why those two odd ordinaries called him Alec and talked about such strange things to do. He was doubting again wherther he was really meant to be outside or not.
Ben/X5-493 // Dark Angel // 255 words
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