Golden Amber with Shades of Gray [Introduction/Ope

[Rhys]

Afternoon was turning to evening by the time the small craft was within eyesight of the islands’ shore. With the sun setting behind him Rhys could get a pretty good look at the shore and the dock as he got closer. Other boats were docked and the were still people milling about so that was theoretically a good sign, just so long as they were not going to pay too much attention to him as he tried to slip past. There was a bit of money left in his wallet, which he would use to pay for a dock rental. After that though, he still wasn’t sure where exactly he was. They had directed him but had decided to omit the exact nature of his destination.

With disquieting thoughts starting to run through his head and a distinct lack of other voices to guide him his hand almost instinctually went into the left side of his jacket and hovered over the gun he now kept there. It was a relatively new acquisition, yet it seemed as much a part of him now as his clothes or the voices that kept him company. As he cut the engine of the small craft he was piloting he jumped up to the side rail and tossed his line around one of the large wooden poles to secure his boat to the dock. When he was sure that the boat would not just float away for the fun of it he jumped back down and grabbed his backpack, and almost as an afterthought grabbed the keys to the boat. After all, that was a rather new acquisition as well.

As he stepped onto the dock he checked to make sure that he had his wallet, with his money and ID. As he flipped it open he started to feel the telltale signs of shadows congregating around him. Sure enough, the usual chatter and all around white noise began to accompany it. Ironically enough, it was almost like they were trying to find the right frequency. It happened just about every time they left him alone for a while. But midday sun on the ocean waves seemed to give them a bit of trouble. It was in interesting development. But he filed it away for later, now it was time to figure out where he was, and what he was doing there…

['Ace' Julia Dale]

Ace sat on the dock, waiting for her shipment of cigarettes to arrive. It had been too long since she'd had a smoke and it was making her edgy, to say the least. On that hot summers evening, and the girl watched as night fell on the horizon. Her backpack lay beside her, one arm of it still around one of her own, limp. Inside of it she kept all that she needed to survive out here. Her own pistol that Will had given her, in need of a cleaning really, as well as a few snacks grabbed from the café, and that atlantean necklace. She didn't feel safe without carrying it around these days, after all the shit that had happened with the forest and the pyramid.

Ace felt her pocket full of rocks. She had a habit recently of collecting them and keeping them in her pockets, just in case she needed to throw them at something. She was pretty chilled out there at the moment though, enjoying the isolation that the island sometimes brought for her.

It didn't take long however for that isolation to be broken by the sound of a whirring engine, as a small boat made it's way towards the dock. Ace glanced at it boredly, not really that interested by a new comer particularly. She had seen a lot of those in her days here. It was that time of year again, she'd assumed.

She let out a sigh, assuming he would want to ask her questions or have some form of conversation. She stood up, feeling it was better to be prepared if the guy or gal came out swinging. Ace pulled up her bag with her, but she felt the rocks would be good enough defense at first, if that was even necessary. She crossed her arms, tilted her head, and just waited. I wonder if they have the cigarettes I ordered online...

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