smelltheashes: (Resistance)
Half-Life NPCs ([personal profile] smelltheashes) wrote2010-07-21 07:48 pm

Whistle Stop

Thirty seconds ago White Forest was being destroyed with unthinkable thunder and fire from the skies.

That was then.

WHOMP!

This is now. And it has gone very, very quiet.
vance_prime: (serious)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"How sheltered? If the Combine spot her at all, we're screwed."
vance_prime: (serious)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I think we'd better get everyone debarked before we worry about that," says Alyx. "We're gonna need something to use as a gangplank..."
vance_prime: (Rebel.)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright people, keep it orderly, pregnant women to the front of the line--" Alyx starts ushering people toward the gangplank.
vance_prime: (you are SO weird)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Alyx manages a faint, wry smile. "White Forest was an old military base meant for about one hundred personnel. We'll manage."
vance_prime: (serious)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Again, we'll manage. We're out of other options."

Unless people want to stay on the Borealis. And given the speed at which they're leaving, that seems unlikely.
vance_prime: (serious)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Alyx is feeling more than a little strung out herself. It may or may not be obvious to Kate.

"I am sorry to impose on you like this, Mrs. Shephard. If there's anything we can do to help out..."
vance_prime: (concern)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
She sags a little. "As opposed to what, exactly?"
vance_prime: (moody)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Alyx looks down. "My only blood relative died four months ago," she says quietly. "My fiancé left on a field mission with your son about an hour before the Combine came."
vance_prime: (wut?)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
She looks back up. "Yeah, didn't you get the transmissions we sent out?"
vance_prime: (oh god oh god oh god)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Alyx runs her hands over her face. "Jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
vance_prime: (sidelong)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"O-okay." Alyx nods and swallows. The trauma of the last twenty minutes (Jesus, it's only been twenty minutes, it feels like days) is starting to make itself felt in force.
vance_prime: (moody)

[personal profile] vance_prime 2010-07-22 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
I should be stronger than this, Alyx thinks. I should be able to bear up. I need to be able to bear up.

She just nods again, not meeting Kate's eyes.

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