Post by DT on Mar 26, 2007 9:29:09 GMT -5
DT froze for an instant, staring at the scalpel waving dangerously in front of his face. The womans surprise and aggression set off the images in The Walls. Faces flashed by his retinas, registering only for a minute, and words danced across his eyes, stringing together incomprehensible run-ons. He tried to ignore themm, as his hand went instictively for his axe - which he was no good at using - and he backed off. The woman appeared to be slavic in geneology, and spoke in broken english, with an accent which confirmed this.
The woman was not the most patient of people, and DT knew that unless he spoke soon, he might very well be stuck through with a knife, or simply ignored as she went about her business. He would have prefered the latter, but he wasn't betting on that happening. He spoke in a calm manner, befitting his masked appearance.
"I am a doctor. I am not sneaking anywhere, madam, and I am here simply to get the supplies necessary to me in order to aid others in another suburb. As for my unannounced presence, I was about to give the present company my salutations when you bumped into me and rudely waved a medical instrument in my face. Speaking of which, would you mind putting it down? It does nothing for the atmosphere."
The faces on The Walls were getting worse, reacting to the discomfort displayed by the woman. The jeering grins on those flashing images grew wider, and the words, each one standing alone for less than a millisecond, grew clearer, and seemed to spell out sentences proclaiming his untimely death.
He shook them off, giving an involuntary shudder. He refocused his attention on the woman, and her comapnions. The southern drawl belonged to a man whose face somehow seemed familiar to DT. He was sure he'd never before met the man, yet somewhere, he'd seen that face before. The other was some sort of scientist. Scientists were enigmas to DT. They could be the most intelligent individuals to grace the planet, yet remain so ignorant that they would not recognize impending disaster if it wore a nametag.
He had no time for them, however, and attempted to slide past the pushy eastern-european, trying to reach a promising supply room at the far end of the room.
The woman was not the most patient of people, and DT knew that unless he spoke soon, he might very well be stuck through with a knife, or simply ignored as she went about her business. He would have prefered the latter, but he wasn't betting on that happening. He spoke in a calm manner, befitting his masked appearance.
"I am a doctor. I am not sneaking anywhere, madam, and I am here simply to get the supplies necessary to me in order to aid others in another suburb. As for my unannounced presence, I was about to give the present company my salutations when you bumped into me and rudely waved a medical instrument in my face. Speaking of which, would you mind putting it down? It does nothing for the atmosphere."
The faces on The Walls were getting worse, reacting to the discomfort displayed by the woman. The jeering grins on those flashing images grew wider, and the words, each one standing alone for less than a millisecond, grew clearer, and seemed to spell out sentences proclaiming his untimely death.
He shook them off, giving an involuntary shudder. He refocused his attention on the woman, and her comapnions. The southern drawl belonged to a man whose face somehow seemed familiar to DT. He was sure he'd never before met the man, yet somewhere, he'd seen that face before. The other was some sort of scientist. Scientists were enigmas to DT. They could be the most intelligent individuals to grace the planet, yet remain so ignorant that they would not recognize impending disaster if it wore a nametag.
He had no time for them, however, and attempted to slide past the pushy eastern-european, trying to reach a promising supply room at the far end of the room.
