Post by Evoth on Jul 24, 2006 11:47:43 GMT -5
The dark gray rain pounded the earth, falling down by means of millions of tiny droplets, each one so minuscule they could barely be seen, but together impacting the surface greater than bolts of lightning. The single drops bonded together, forming a great gray mass of water that swept over everything, darkening the skies and turning everything into a great big wet mess. The inundation had dimmed the atmosphere by a great deal. The normally sunny streets of Central were far too slick to properly walk on; the dirt grounds had been reduced to wet puddles of mud. The sidewalks were shiny with moisture, and it was hard to see anything clearly. The rain had brought in a temporary blindness; no one could see anything through it. Vague images and backgrounds perhaps, but as far as telling where the hell you were, it was hard. The rain 'fogged' everything up to the point of ridiculousness. The piercing water also stung one's eyes and blurred their vision. Squinting was no help; the liquid would find a way in. It was better just to accept one's situation and remain indoors. Succumb to the rain; one could not fight it. It was one of the most powerful forces of nature, and someone had obviously pissed Mother Nature off. She had drenched Central in an inundation of rain, and everyone was feeling it. The surrounding areas were also taking a toll, though Central seemed to be the 'heart' of it. It always did. Everything revolved around Central City. Hell, it was the 'middle' point of Amestris.
The downpour had started earlier that morning. It had arrived before most 'normal' people had awoken, though the military had probably been aware of it before anyone else had. They had most likely been up since before the crack of dawn, working hard and wasting time. They were a bunch of dogs, serving the State and believing the absurd statement that they were 'serving and protecting the people.' Dogs. And he was one of them.
It had now reached the 'after' hours. The sun, the only thing keeping the grayness from completely overtaking everything, had slipped back into whatever depths it had come from. It had been replaced by the moon, though the great white ball was no longer visible. A faint blur could be seen through the pounding rain, but it stung one's eyes too much to look up at it. Darkness had engulfed everything; the previous gray rainy skies were now black rainy ones. The downpour had loosened up a bit, though it was still classified as 'driving, depressing, stay-inside' rain.
He had been 'relieved' of his duties, at least for the time being. Actually, he had snuck out of Headquarters, bored and annoyed. It probably wouldn't take them too long to figure out he wasn't there, or perhaps they already had. As naive as he often referred to them as, they were actually pretty smart. Not complete morons. Hell, they were probably glad to have him out of their hair for a few hours. He wasn't harming anyone; he had just needed to take a breather.
He was discouraged. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the fact that no new information had been learned for quite a while and he was getting anxious, or perhaps it was the simple fact that he wanted to be alone for a while. No matter the reason, he had ventured outside of Central's protection, and was currently standing under the low-hanging rooftop of an abandoned building. Central was pretty 'clean;' there weren't too many of these around. It wasn't as interesting as East City, but at least he didn't have to put up with Mustang and his little crew. The only ones he had to worry about were Hughes, Armstrong, and those two idiots Armstrong had placed him with. But they weren't in sight, (not much was, discounting the various objects in his view that were way too blurry to make out right now; damn rain,) so he was pretty much secluded for the time being.
A light sigh emitted from the boy's lips as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in one of the more 'discluded' sections of Central; a sort of back alley. No one would think to look for him here. They probably wouldn't think to look for him at all; business had been busy the past few months. More mysterious happenings, more murders, more things that would take way too long to explain. The State had its hands tied, and he was probably the last thing on their minds. He wouldn't have preferred it any other way. Maybe he could go back, when the rain cleared up a bit, fetch Al, and the two of them could head off on their own, to unlock more mysteries. Though he doubted they would find anything at all. He was on the verge of giving up, yet his heart was telling him to go on. But since when had he ever listened to that?
"Stop being a wimp..." He muttered to himself, thin lips wet from having just walked all the way here in the pounding rain. His attire was soaked; his long red overcoat clung to his thin frame and his hair had slipped out of its usual braid. Annoyed, he shook his tresses out, slinging water all over the place, (as if it would make a difference,) and tied the threads back without having to look, doing so with slight skill. Wiping his hand across his wet eyes, a chilled feeling 'bit' his cheek; he realized that his gloves were sopping. Cursing under his breath, the teen took them off, slipping the white material into the drenched pocket of the scarlet coat. He was used to getting wet; it rained often here. He just hadn't expected a freakin' flood.
A louder, slightly exasperated moan escaped his lips and he glanced around, hazel hues narrowing as he concluded that he was indeed alone. Good. People were a pain; that's why he had left- to escape them. If he had stayed, he would've either been cooped up in the Library, or forced to help Armstrong do something. Or worse... Lt. Hughes would get a call from Mustang. And then Ed and Al would have to board a train in all of this wet mess, get off, walk to Eastern Headquarters, and listen to Roy's ridiculous rants, and then be forced to go off on some 'mission' for the Flame Alchemist. Beh. Those 'missions' usually resulted in something stupid and unnecessary, like Edward learning a lesson in self-control.
Okay. So most of the time, the teen and his brother picked up new and usually valuable information when on one of Mustang's 'quests.' He wasn't about to admit it! Like hell he would ever admit that Roy could prove to be useful at times...
Edward Elric glanced down, feeling water sloshing in his boot-clad feet. He did not regret having come here, though. Getting wet and resembling a drowned rat was well worth it. At least he had a few moments' to simply think to himself, and ponder his and Al's next move. It could be vital.
The downpour had started earlier that morning. It had arrived before most 'normal' people had awoken, though the military had probably been aware of it before anyone else had. They had most likely been up since before the crack of dawn, working hard and wasting time. They were a bunch of dogs, serving the State and believing the absurd statement that they were 'serving and protecting the people.' Dogs. And he was one of them.
It had now reached the 'after' hours. The sun, the only thing keeping the grayness from completely overtaking everything, had slipped back into whatever depths it had come from. It had been replaced by the moon, though the great white ball was no longer visible. A faint blur could be seen through the pounding rain, but it stung one's eyes too much to look up at it. Darkness had engulfed everything; the previous gray rainy skies were now black rainy ones. The downpour had loosened up a bit, though it was still classified as 'driving, depressing, stay-inside' rain.
He had been 'relieved' of his duties, at least for the time being. Actually, he had snuck out of Headquarters, bored and annoyed. It probably wouldn't take them too long to figure out he wasn't there, or perhaps they already had. As naive as he often referred to them as, they were actually pretty smart. Not complete morons. Hell, they were probably glad to have him out of their hair for a few hours. He wasn't harming anyone; he had just needed to take a breather.
He was discouraged. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the fact that no new information had been learned for quite a while and he was getting anxious, or perhaps it was the simple fact that he wanted to be alone for a while. No matter the reason, he had ventured outside of Central's protection, and was currently standing under the low-hanging rooftop of an abandoned building. Central was pretty 'clean;' there weren't too many of these around. It wasn't as interesting as East City, but at least he didn't have to put up with Mustang and his little crew. The only ones he had to worry about were Hughes, Armstrong, and those two idiots Armstrong had placed him with. But they weren't in sight, (not much was, discounting the various objects in his view that were way too blurry to make out right now; damn rain,) so he was pretty much secluded for the time being.
A light sigh emitted from the boy's lips as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in one of the more 'discluded' sections of Central; a sort of back alley. No one would think to look for him here. They probably wouldn't think to look for him at all; business had been busy the past few months. More mysterious happenings, more murders, more things that would take way too long to explain. The State had its hands tied, and he was probably the last thing on their minds. He wouldn't have preferred it any other way. Maybe he could go back, when the rain cleared up a bit, fetch Al, and the two of them could head off on their own, to unlock more mysteries. Though he doubted they would find anything at all. He was on the verge of giving up, yet his heart was telling him to go on. But since when had he ever listened to that?
"Stop being a wimp..." He muttered to himself, thin lips wet from having just walked all the way here in the pounding rain. His attire was soaked; his long red overcoat clung to his thin frame and his hair had slipped out of its usual braid. Annoyed, he shook his tresses out, slinging water all over the place, (as if it would make a difference,) and tied the threads back without having to look, doing so with slight skill. Wiping his hand across his wet eyes, a chilled feeling 'bit' his cheek; he realized that his gloves were sopping. Cursing under his breath, the teen took them off, slipping the white material into the drenched pocket of the scarlet coat. He was used to getting wet; it rained often here. He just hadn't expected a freakin' flood.
A louder, slightly exasperated moan escaped his lips and he glanced around, hazel hues narrowing as he concluded that he was indeed alone. Good. People were a pain; that's why he had left- to escape them. If he had stayed, he would've either been cooped up in the Library, or forced to help Armstrong do something. Or worse... Lt. Hughes would get a call from Mustang. And then Ed and Al would have to board a train in all of this wet mess, get off, walk to Eastern Headquarters, and listen to Roy's ridiculous rants, and then be forced to go off on some 'mission' for the Flame Alchemist. Beh. Those 'missions' usually resulted in something stupid and unnecessary, like Edward learning a lesson in self-control.
Okay. So most of the time, the teen and his brother picked up new and usually valuable information when on one of Mustang's 'quests.' He wasn't about to admit it! Like hell he would ever admit that Roy could prove to be useful at times...
Edward Elric glanced down, feeling water sloshing in his boot-clad feet. He did not regret having come here, though. Getting wet and resembling a drowned rat was well worth it. At least he had a few moments' to simply think to himself, and ponder his and Al's next move. It could be vital.
