[OOC: continued from: here (http://community.livejournal.com/xmutanthigh/243305.html?thread=2603369#t2603369) timeline note: takes place approx. 24h after John gets picked up by the bro'hood]
[Ali and Jono have been clambering through the snow-covered trees for hours. It's dark and they are both wet and freezing. Every so often they stop as Ali check the direction the should be going in, her eyes and mouth glowing a brilliant white as she calls to her the sound for several miles around. She's getting more proficient with it as she practices, the only problem being that when she absorbs so much raw sonic energy, the light inside of her grows brighter and brighter.
In the dark, she begins to worry that she'll give their location away to a keen Brotherhood scout and she grabs Jono's wrist as he's about to hop into another tree.]
Maybe we should stop, wait for daylight. [She bites her lip, trying to hide the tremor in the hand that grips his arm. Regardless of whether it's shaking from cold or from the terror that is building in her as she remembers all too vividly the last time she approached a camp similar to this.] Night is a better cover for us to get what little sleep we can, Jon. We're gonna need it.
TEAM BAND!
timeline note: takes place approx. 24h after John gets picked up by the bro'hood]
[Ali and Jono have been clambering through the snow-covered trees for hours. It's dark and they are both wet and freezing. Every so often they stop as Ali check the direction the should be going in, her eyes and mouth glowing a brilliant white as she calls to her the sound for several miles around. She's getting more proficient with it as she practices, the only problem being that when she absorbs so much raw sonic energy, the light inside of her grows brighter and brighter.
In the dark, she begins to worry that she'll give their location away to a keen Brotherhood scout and she grabs Jono's wrist as he's about to hop into another tree.]
Maybe we should stop, wait for daylight. [She bites her lip, trying to hide the tremor in the hand that grips his arm. Regardless of whether it's shaking from cold or from the terror that is building in her as she remembers all too vividly the last time she approached a camp similar to this.] Night is a better cover for us to get what little sleep we can, Jon. We're gonna need it.