Post by Rick O'Connell on May 22, 2007 21:13:19 GMT -5
Title: Alliance for the Uncertain
Ep: Indy and the FOY
Cast: Rick O'Connell and Charles Kinder
Plot: Here we see the unholy alliance of a hero and the darkness within himself, Rick sees a chance for redemption at the hands of Charles Kinder
Music:Plotting by Hans Zimmer the TLK Extended Soundtrack
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Dark was this day. The clouds were hovering low in the sky, after yet another series of planes that had taken off from the German hangers not far from the city. There was no sun this day, it was in hiding, the clouds simply haivng had enough of that infernal shining.
Though through the darkness there was a peacefulness outside the taverns, outside the weaponsmiths and the mongering in the streets. A trio of children played just outside of a tavern, tossing a ball innocently back and forth.
Rick came to walk passed these children, his azure eyes resting on them as if studying their every detail. In these children he saw his own but in his heart he knew that would never be. Evie and Alex were in Egypt on an expedition and the lonely former hero couldn't bring himself to attend. Well...it wasn't that he couldn't bring himself to go, it was that she didn't want him to go. It seemed as though every time he accompanied them on a trip he got into more trouble. Evie was behind on her work, and thus putting them at a loss to meet their deadlines. Rick had to stay behind for the good of the family business.
It killed him to be away from her. It tore him apart. Still he abided by her will, if only to prove to her that he could have been of use to her afterall. So he used the time touring Europe. His stop was Germany, and here he'd found his way to a tavern that he didn't really like the looks of, but found that it didn't much matter. His boots slapped the ground beneath them as he walked into the establishment.
Heavy oaken furniture stood, tapestries adorned the walls, the lights were lackluster and the all around atmosphere was less than vivid. He ordered a pint and with that in hand he found a table in a dark corner to drown his thoughts. He was used to being the hero, the one with virtue and life, but now he felt as if he were a man without a home, a lost soldier in the field of battle. With a swig of the ale he put his hands on his forehead and rested against the table.
Ep: Indy and the FOY
Cast: Rick O'Connell and Charles Kinder
Plot: Here we see the unholy alliance of a hero and the darkness within himself, Rick sees a chance for redemption at the hands of Charles Kinder
Music:Plotting by Hans Zimmer the TLK Extended Soundtrack
~*~*~
Dark was this day. The clouds were hovering low in the sky, after yet another series of planes that had taken off from the German hangers not far from the city. There was no sun this day, it was in hiding, the clouds simply haivng had enough of that infernal shining.
Though through the darkness there was a peacefulness outside the taverns, outside the weaponsmiths and the mongering in the streets. A trio of children played just outside of a tavern, tossing a ball innocently back and forth.
Rick came to walk passed these children, his azure eyes resting on them as if studying their every detail. In these children he saw his own but in his heart he knew that would never be. Evie and Alex were in Egypt on an expedition and the lonely former hero couldn't bring himself to attend. Well...it wasn't that he couldn't bring himself to go, it was that she didn't want him to go. It seemed as though every time he accompanied them on a trip he got into more trouble. Evie was behind on her work, and thus putting them at a loss to meet their deadlines. Rick had to stay behind for the good of the family business.
It killed him to be away from her. It tore him apart. Still he abided by her will, if only to prove to her that he could have been of use to her afterall. So he used the time touring Europe. His stop was Germany, and here he'd found his way to a tavern that he didn't really like the looks of, but found that it didn't much matter. His boots slapped the ground beneath them as he walked into the establishment.
Heavy oaken furniture stood, tapestries adorned the walls, the lights were lackluster and the all around atmosphere was less than vivid. He ordered a pint and with that in hand he found a table in a dark corner to drown his thoughts. He was used to being the hero, the one with virtue and life, but now he felt as if he were a man without a home, a lost soldier in the field of battle. With a swig of the ale he put his hands on his forehead and rested against the table.
