Things I Have To Do.

Pripyat Soul · 01-23-2011, 06:19 PM

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Halifax was the easiest to explore. It was right next door to Phoenix Valley and he could be gone for the whole day. At night he could still creep home to find his mother and father safe and warm by the fire. Jefferson would mumble a hello and Geneva would ask him where he had been. Pripyat would hurriedly answer them before scurrying off to his own room, sometimes with trinkets he brought back from the city and sometimes empty handed. His room was cluttered with the things he never quite found a use for, but collected none the less, and no one minded him combing the city and taking what belonged to no one. To go further and find more, to meet more people and learn new things, to finally find a purpose that went out farther than Phoenix Valley was what the boy dreamed of, but he couldn’t bear to go further than Halifax. He had to be home at night, for even when nothing bad happened on the few nights he hadn’t gone home, he hadn’t the conviction to forget his mother and father for even one night.

So it was Halifax again that day, and particularly the airport just outside the city. Pripyat had been there once before, but it had been a short visit as the sun had already been weary and getting ready to settle in for the night. Now he would have ample time to recover whatever treasures where there. Such as the large metal box he had found. Luggage of some sort, laid aside and forgotten in haste by some human being long since dead. The steel box however was securely sealed, the lock rusted shut and try as Pripyat might no amount of fiddling with the lock yielded any results. He poked a stick in the lock, only to have the flimsy wooden piece break off and be jammed in the hole. The boy tried in vain to pry open the box with his fingers, but rusted metal came away with his grip and he was losing patience. As he moved along, looking here and there and not really paying any attention to where he was going, the idea came to him.

The box landed with a loud clang again the floor and the top flew off, spilling the contents. Molded green paper with strange human heads came flying out, a long necklace of white stones, and a ring with a large shiny rock atop. Great. Just garbage then. The boy kicked at the ring, sending it flying across the ground and towards the feet of… who was that and why hadn’t noticed the man before? Clearing his throat and looking somewhat sheepishly for kicking the useless thing at the man, he bowed he head and called out. "Ah, hello there. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. " Looking up he noticed all that the man had piled on the weird contraption with wheels. "Um, do you need any help with that?"

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