R4 - Day 2Day 2
Malcolm stole a glance at his small human companion, watching as a gentle breeze played with her brown hair, the sunlight catching tiny coppery highlights in the strands which he hadn’t noticed until now. The was a look of contentment on her face which he took comfort in; her breakdown on the night be won the third round had unsettled him in a way that he hadn’t felt for a very long time.
His gaze flitted back to the line of trees just invading his line of vision, and the gentle rustle of the leaves only seemed to accentuate the unnatural quietness of the park. Yes, laughing and chatter could be heard in the distance, but it seemed so far away from his perception that it melded with the hush of the trees. The hovercars which appeared to dominate the airspace above the city were given no such privilege around here, although Malcolm could still feel the minutest of tremors from the low frequency engines coming from the street half a mile away.
R4 - Day 1Day 1
Did you see what that creep Emil was smuggling in yesterday?
No, why what was it?
Dunno man... looked kinda small. He had it all covered up. Went straight to the boss’ office...
Shh, shh, wait... She’s waking up...
Frankie blinked. Once, twice. Three times.
She sat up groggily, rubbing the palm of her hand to her eye before squinting at the yellowed sunlight filtering softly through the window of the bedroom. There was a busy humdrum of life outside; hovercars bobbing in a steady regiment through the air over the centre of the city in the distance, people bustling in the streets, setting up market stalls and firing up ovens and furnaces. The little girl caught a waft of cooked pork, soup, jupiter bread... a far more tantalising breakfast than what was left in the kitchen cupboards.
The human huffed in annoyance, pulling a scowl and sticking out her bottom lip, and attempted to roll off the bed. That was until, she felt herself restrained slightly by the c