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May. 22nd, 2023 at 8:56 PM
[So this is how he gets away with it, then. Cruz, a skeleton, with a skeleton horse, lives in a skeleton of a house with a skeletal barn attached - and he remains unseen, his home apparently abandoned, all the way on the outskirts of this thing that's barely a town.
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
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Johnnie! Baby, answer me!
[She tries shaking him, tries calling his name a few times. The storm grows around them, with their bike carried up higher and higher. Debris seems to be funneled up at a bottleneck here, and they're both continually hit with things until she's dazed enough she can't hold onto him any longer. She's torn off the back of the bike and slammed into a wooden door, and her vision goes back as her body flies through the tornado.
The storm stirs them up higher and higher, unkind in how it pummels and whips them around. When they're spit out, they're still in the same town. But the time has changed, the storm expelling them into a more modern decade. Even with things being more advanced here, it's no match for the force of the tornado. It tears through town in the opposite direction they've been dumped, leaving destruction in its wake.
Chrissy lands in a pile a couple hundred feet away from the bike. But she's alive and breathing, even if she's still unconscious. Her poor body has been through a lot the past few weeks, and she's still trying to heal from all of it. These new injuries hurt like hell, and they're what pull her into consciousness. He's the first thought on her mind as she comes to, and she screams his name as she moves to try and get up on her feet.]
But also, it fucking hurts, as shit gets flung into him. Good thing he has his goggles on, and even the bandana spares him some scrapes, but once again it's that leather jacket that serves as armor against some of the blows from debris in the storm.
His laughter stops as he realizes Chrissy isn't on the bike anymore, and it's shortly after that the wind dumps the bike one place and him in another, and he must have hit hard enough to black out again for a little while. When he comes to, he's face-down in the mud, and he can hear Chrissy shouting even through the ringing in his ears.
He spits out dirt as he drags himself onto all fours first, then sits up on his knees and clutches at his shoulder. Damn, something hit hard. He runs his hand through his disastrous hair too and comes away with blood, probably from that first hit, still slowly seeping.]
I'm over here!
[Maybe a hundred yards away in another direction. He thinks about standing, then decides against it and sits instead. Nothing obviously broken, plenty of scrapes, but he's had worse. The tornado spared him and wrecked the town. Hopefully it spared Chrissy and the bike the worst of it, too.]
You okay?
I'm alive!
[And beyond that she has no idea if she's okay yet. Her ribs and her shoulder are killing her, and so is her head. But she's definitely been through worse with those monsters. She can get through that, and she'll get through this too. Gritting her teeth, she moves to stand up and starts hobbling her way toward the sound of his voice.
He isn't hard to find, thankfully, and she feels a sudden burst of joy at the fact they've both been spit out of the storm in the same time and place. They're both bruised and are bleeding from the head, but things could be so much worse. Her laughter cracks away with emotion as she stumbles her way forward to him. At first, she can only get down on her knees so she can lean in and hug him.]
That was one hell of a storm. Are you hurt?
Carefully, he tugs her down so she's sitting in his lap, then winces. Something there is pretty hurt, and reaching down he finds there's a shard of wood pierced into his leg. Adrenaline must have covered up the pain from that. His bandana is still somehow tied to his neck even if it's not on his head anymore, he can ruin yet another one to stem the blood flow - but not yet. Not right now.
First, he tugs his goggles down around his neck and kisses her.]
Mm. Uh, I dunno. Just scrapes. An' my leg, but, hang on.
[It's not that bad, it's not like the time he got shot. Bandana in hand now, he tugs the shard out with a hiss and presses the cloth to his leg to help keep the bleeding down.]
... Okay. Yeah, I'm fine. Man, what a fuckin' night, huh?
It's been a really incredible night. But do you know what? I'm ready to get the hell out of here and find a town that isn't destroyed so we can get a room somewhere.
[Should they stay to help the people here? Once upon a time, she would've said yes. Now she's not very concerned with the people here. They've got each other, they can take care of themselves and figure it out. She and Johnnie have their own problems to worry about. And right now, he's warm and solid and not hurt that badly and she's just so grateful for that.]
Do you think you can get on your feet?
[She gives him a quick kiss, and presses her hand over the cloth on his leg so she can help him apply pressure. If he can't get up yet, she can try to get the bike herself. ]
[Between his leg and the ringing in his ears, he'd like to make sure that at the bare minimum he's not bleeding severely and can walk in a mostly straight line. But after a short wait, he uses her shoulder as a crutch and stands. Things hurt in some funny ways, that's for sure. But he takes a step, then another, and figures he's all right, just a little beat up. Nothing he can't handle.]
Did you see where the bike got to? Hope it's not trashed.
[She had briefly caught a glance as she was looking for him. There's nothing wrong with being his crutch for now, and she stays at his side and lets him hold onto her as needed. She's got some pretty strong leg muscles, she can support his weight.
When she catches sight of what looks like the motorcycle, she makes sure he'll be okay on his own two feet before running up ahead.]
It's over here! And it looks like it's in one piece!
[Like she had in Wilmington, she tries picking it up on her own. She really needs to work on her upper body strength, because it's a real struggle. But unlike before, she's able to get it up after a few tries. Once the wheels are on the ground, she makes sure the kickstand is down before leaning against the seat to catch her breath. Gosh, she wants a fluffy bed to fall into right about now.]
As long as it runs, we can try to do any repairs in the next town we get to.
[The rest of their stuff has too. Boy is he ever glad he has a sturdy case for his guitar, but the liquor in their bags is probably all broken and spilled all over again. He can't bring himself to investigate right now, though. He looks over the bike itself, decides that aside from some dents and scratches nothing seems obviously broken, then carefully swings a leg over and sits. The engine starts, so, as long as it keeps them going down the road, he'll make do with any other discoveries as they come.
Around them, people are continuing to emerge and assess the damage to their town, but the two of them are mostly ignored. Everyone has problems to tend to. For him and Chrissy, the biggest problem now is going to be the road.]
Think we wanna aim for Austin, or San Antonio. That way.
[That way, like every way, is completely full of debris.]
Gonna take us a while to get outta here. But hey, we can switch off, one clears shit outta the way on foot, one drives to keep up, until we make it outta the path of the tornado. Which job d'you want first?
I'll clear the debris first.
[She wants to watch how he drives in these conditions, see how he applies the brakes and gas so she can try to copy it when it's her turn. Besides, she'll need to do the heavy lifting while she's still got some adrenaline left and some strength in her. She's going to quickly reach a point where she's too tired to be much use other than driving, so it's smart to get the lifting portion of things out of the way now.
As he slowly moves up ahead, she hops off the back of the bike to jog ahead and clear the road as best as she can. Some stuff is really heavy, but she's able to get it moved enough that he can slowly swerve around.
Rather than hopping right on the bike, she has to walk for what feels like miles, clearing things so they can keep progressing forward. It would be easy to sulk about having to do so much work, but instead she tries to make conversation. ]
What year do you think the tornado dropped us in? It's hard to tell looking at the people we've seen.
Uh, good question.
[The radio is probably the easiest way to find out, so he switches that on and lets it run while he navigates around a section of road that's been pretty broken up by rubble hitting hard. By the time a few songs have gone by, it's pretty easy to narrow down the date. Harry James, Frank Sinatra, and Dinah Shore? The fourth comes on and he finds himself singing along to It's Been a Long, Long Time - never a favorite, exactly, but one of those things he remembers well enough from when he was little.]
Mid-forties. Maybe 45, 46? Around there, anyway. You can tell rock hasn't hit mainstream yet. You know this one?
[Easier to judge the date by ear than try and look around while the town is in such a wreck, but the cars look more or less right, too.]
That's a gift you have, baby.
[She laughs, and finishes dragging the metal to shove away before she makes her way back to the bike. There, she can hear the song that's playing. It's not something she recognizes, but she's still able to pick up the tune and hum along as she walks at the side of the motorcycle.]
I don't think I've ever heard this one, but I think the earliest music I hear on the radio is probably from the 50's. It's really neat sounding though! It would be perfect to dance to, actually.
[A hand is held up then, signaling for him to wait. She moves on ahead and clears the debris before shuffling back to climb on the bike. She just needs a minute to rest before they switch.]
Yeah, it's one a' those my parents an' their generation all woulda been dancing to as the war ended an' all the guys came back home. Man, can you imagine?
[So many of them didn't come home. And while he's not exactly a huge fan of governments sending people off to die, fuck the Nazis. That war had to be actually worth fighting.
She comes back to the bike and he drops the kickstand and hops off, but she needs a breather so he stays close and loops his arms around her, giving her a kiss as the song plays out its last bars.]
[Sometimes the fact he was born a long time before she was hits her hard. This is one of those moments. It isn't anything bad, but it does make her thoughtful as she gets on the bike and he wraps his arms around her. All those thoughts flood right out of her head as he kisses her though, and she enjoys the music drawing to a close as he's in close.
She can imagine what it was like back then, so happy to see her soldier come home from the war. Johnnie would be so eager to see her, and she would've pushed through the crowd to tackle him down with a hug and a kiss. And oh, they would've danced the entire night away. They can do that now, of course. But she can imagine what it would've been like back in the 40s. And that makes her smile as she breaks away, giving him a gentle nudge.]
You know, this may be the year you were born. Wouldn't it be weird to be able to call up your parents when you were a baby and tell them they better be ready for trouble?
[She laughs, before caressing his cheek and giving him one more kiss. He gets another little nudge, this one meant to shoo him off the bike so she can take his place driving.]
[He laughs and scoots away to go investigate the debris ahead of them, then starts working on clearing a path for her just as she had been doing. Man, something must have twisted wrong when he landed and he's just now feeling it while lifting this chunk of fence and dragging it out of the way, it makes his shoulder twinge in sharp protest. But other than a grimace, what's he going to do about it? They need to get out of here somehow.
There's something kind of relaxing about doing hard manual work while listening to oldies. It triggers some weird sense of nostalgia, which isn't something he usually feels.]
Well at least if there's ever another war, I won't have to worry about it much. They can't draft dead people!
[He has to. She's not very great at history, but she's pretty sure that would be from his time. Unless it doesn't happen in his version of Earth, which is a possibility.]
And then there's the cold war, but that's not exactly the same. I guess everyone says it was over last year, but it still feels like the entire world is constantly fighting.
[Which is stupid, but that's just how the world is. Always violent and clashing. But she's not looking for a heavy conversation, so she just shrugs and focuses on driving. She's confident enough on the bike that she's not wobbly or shaky at all this time, which makes her smile a little.]
But hey, I know this one!
[She turns up the radio as Perry Como's Prisoner of Love plays. Her parents listened to this enough that she knows the words, and sings along as she stays focused on driving and keeping the bike upright. They really do make a great team.]
[It just feels far away, like part of a different lifetime. Anyway, fighting the Nazis is one thing. Fighting Vietnamese people is fucked up and stupid. She must know how it ended, then, but only in her world, and who's to say it ended the same way in his? Also, he just doesn't care. One more fucked up injustice by the pigs at the top of the pile, flinging shit down on everyone else. Hard to focus much on that when wrapped up in all the stuff going on in his part of the state.
Speaking of wars, and phone calls, man. They'd really better hit '67 so he can call Alex.
He grunts as he shoves a bunch of shattered wood to the side for her, then taps his fingers on his leg to the beat coming from the radio. Somewhere ahead, the road looks less like a warzone. They'll get out of this.]
What's the cold war about?
[Her laugh is empty and almost bitter. Now that she understands more about the world, she sees how fucked up the situation is. How people in power ruin everyone else's lives, just so they can stay in control.
Things likely don't ever get any better, but at least she can say she's finally on the right side of things. That thought makes her more content, especially as she sees the road starting to clear up ahead. Not much further, and then they'll be able to just drive.]
But even a standoff can feel like a war, I guess. It still doesn't make any sense to me.
[It's better not to think about it, so she brings the bike to a stop and uses her foot to get the kickstand in place. He's got one last cluster of debris to clear, then she can drive for a little while.]
[Given apparently there are all kinds of possibilities for how the future goes, there must be some alternate world where things got to that point. What then? Talk about an end of the world scenario. Maybe that kind of thing is what makes those forces of chaos and entropy happiest, if "happy" is even a word that can be applied to a being like the one he's aware of.]
Sounds like it'd be one hell of a light show, though, if that's the last thing you get to see.
[Better than what he got, but he can't change that, so oh well.
He's sweating and exhausted as he moves a large panel of plywood over the top of a bunch of shattered windows. It's the last of the roughest stuff, though, finally, and he hangs there a moment to catch his breath, then gestures forward.]
Think we're good for a while now as long as the road isn't trashed ahead. Here, I'll stand on this so it doesn't move when you hit it with the bike. See if you can just get enough speed to get over that bump an' then I'll come join you.
Sorry! I'm still getting the hang of this!
[But she doubts he's actually mad, so she leans in to kiss him before once again putting down the kickstand and scooting back so he can hop on and drive.]
Next stop! San...Angelo?
[Okay, she forgot the name of the city they're headed toward, but she's excited to get there, all the same. Next big city means motel and a comfy bed and a shower. Maybe even something to eat, too.]
You did great, babe. Thanks for all the help.
[He twists and leans back for a kiss and gives her thigh a squeeze.]
San Antonio, you mean. Or Austin, I think we hit that next, but I wanna get some distance as long as we got highways so I think we'll just go right through. San Antonio's only a little farther than that.
[And if they get stuck in the 1800s again, well, he'll figure it out. But pavement under the bike means it's time to get back up to speed. He pulls his goggles back on just in case they hit more storm, and gets them flying down the road to some radio DJ's chatter about the same stormy night they're a part of. Tornadoes in not just Nacogdoches but other nearby cities, people missing, likely dead. All the while, he has music in his head, not from the forties but from his own time. Just another weird night on the road to home.
An hour or so of good road puts him in a better mood. He's had plenty of time to rest up now and feel all the weird bruises and sprains resulting from being flung from a tornado, but since it's all stuff sustained from riding a tornado he'll wear it with pride. A sign passed along the way makes him laugh and point.]
Wait, Davy Crockett National Forest? Really? Was that dude real?
When he laughs and points, her head turns to try and catch what the sign says. She misses it, but he fills her in.]
I guess so. I remember there used to be a song about him. And a movie my dad would watch all the time. I always just thought he was a character. But I guess he's real in Texas.
[Here, everything feels like a world of its own. It's hard to believe one state is so big and open.]
I'd say we should go check it out, but we haven't been on the road long enough for a break yet.
[That, and it's just a park. They both know exactly what they'd get up to out in a park, where there's plenty of trees to press up against.]
It would be really neat to buy a hat like he wears though.
[Seriously, a raccoon hat? Costumey for sure, but funny. Hard to see that trend taking off in LA.]
I guess eventually we oughta stop an' see about food, actually. It'll be a while until we get to a real city that's likely to have anything open late. You think any of those jars survived?
[Now probably isn't the best time to dig around in bags either, not while they're going this speed, but he's hungry. He's just not hungry enough to risk eating jerky full of glass shards.]
[She points over to the side of the road. There really isn't much in the way of light, but it's quiet and she's able to actually open the bags to look through them as they come to a stop. The inside of the bags are pretty messed up, but only one of the jars is broken.]
It looks like the jar of dried fruit is broken. And I think one of the bottles of alcohol broke too. But the jerky is okay. That's pulled out, and she takes a couple of pieces for herself before handing the jar over to him.]
It's not really a lot, but we can probably make it another hour or two if we eat all of it. Maybe we can make it to San Antonio by then. But babe, we look so bad right now. We can't go in anywhere and eat.
[She has to laugh, because they are such a mess that she's pretty sure anyone that can see them would be worried about them.]
Oh, shit, yeah I kinda forgot already. Too tired to think about that. Demons who went through fire and a tornado, it's not a great look, is it?
[He cackles a little at imagined expressions by people seeing them, though, then swallows a mouthful of jerky.]
So we break into a grocery store an' grab food, then break into a motel an' clean up, how's that sound? Just get us some bread, peanut butter an' jelly, or crackers and cheese? That's a meal.
[Oh gosh, there's so much she wants. But she tries to limit herself here.]
Dry, sugary cereal. And those little juice boxes that aren't actually juice at all.
[Everything sounds amazing when you're hungry, but something about stealing a box of Fruit Loops and some Hi-C sounds like the best thing in the entire world. Especially if it's accompanied by cheese and crackers or a good PB&J.]
I think we'll need to break into a clothes store at some point soon too. I need some new things.