09-07-2004, 05:21 AM
Having stopped her pacing on the shore Chandi now stood next to De wringing her hands in frustration at her inability to have helped rescue AJ from Godzilla. She felt incredibly helpless and useless at that very moment as her heart rate increased and her palms became claming because of the sheer anxiety she felt at that very moment, the young woman wasnât used to not being in control of a situation and this was definitely a situation Chandi wished she had control over. âPlease donât let her be cactus.â Chandi muttered her voice cracking as she fought back the silent sobs that wanted to escape her tiny frame as she waiting for John to bring back one of the few people she truly loved and trusted with all her heart.
Flashes of the first mission theyâd been on together raced through the aussieâs mind, causing a nervous giggle to emit from her mouth as a very vibrant picture of the first time Chandi, AJ and Cam had hit the turps together. Sadly even now the petite mutant couldnât hold her booze any better then she had back then, and was still a terrible flirt when drunk. Memories like that had been few and fare between for Chandi up until a few years ago, and memoryâs involving AJ had always been fond ones for her to remember. Having started up her pacing again now scanning the ocean for any sign of life, her feet sinking into the wet sand as she stomped along instead of really walking, having needed to take her aggressions and frustrations out on something she had attacked the defenseless sand with her pacing. âWhat I wouldnât give for a durry right now.â Chandi mused, although soon noted mentally that sheâd taken up smoking only to have quit it two months later because she couldnât stand the smell it created in her apartment, that and Christian had kept on earbashing her the entire time that it was a horrible habit and nothing good could come from smoking.
âDe, please for the love of god encourage me that theyâll both come back alive.â She pleaded as she came to stop her pacing next to De again, her hands now balled into fists. Why she was looking for comfort from De she didnât know, but he seemed to be keeping a level head during this situation while she on the other hand was going completely nuts with all the waiting and to her it seemed like ions had gone by. Right as Chandi was about to make another nervous comment and begin her pacing again she saw out of the corner of her eye a flash of pink on the beach not that far away from where De and herself stood.
Blindly Chandi took off at a flat out run towards what she know figured out was indeed AJ and John, relief flooding over her at the sight of AJ in one piece at least, though as Chandi drew closer to the pair she took in their appearance quickly noticing that AJ didnât appear to be breathing and John didnât look much better, and again the dread sheâd felt only moments before replaced the brief moment of relief. Finally reaching her teammates Chandi gasped as her concerns were confirmed and AJ was in fact not breathing, her eyes grew large as saucers and her heart rate increased even more as she hap hazardly knelt/fell to the sand next to AJ, her black curls creating a curtaining effect a cross her face as she peered down at AJ, panic setting in as she realized the severity of the situation at hand. âDe, sheâs not breathingâ¦â Panic had seeped into Chandiâs voice as she hollered towards De. All rational thought left her as she knelt next to AJ, panic over taking her mind and she forgot how to move and what to do in a situation like this. âWhat do we do?â Her voice was high pitched and panicky still as she tried to fight back the shock and remember what it was she needed to do to get AJ breathing again.
Flashes of the first mission theyâd been on together raced through the aussieâs mind, causing a nervous giggle to emit from her mouth as a very vibrant picture of the first time Chandi, AJ and Cam had hit the turps together. Sadly even now the petite mutant couldnât hold her booze any better then she had back then, and was still a terrible flirt when drunk. Memories like that had been few and fare between for Chandi up until a few years ago, and memoryâs involving AJ had always been fond ones for her to remember. Having started up her pacing again now scanning the ocean for any sign of life, her feet sinking into the wet sand as she stomped along instead of really walking, having needed to take her aggressions and frustrations out on something she had attacked the defenseless sand with her pacing. âWhat I wouldnât give for a durry right now.â Chandi mused, although soon noted mentally that sheâd taken up smoking only to have quit it two months later because she couldnât stand the smell it created in her apartment, that and Christian had kept on earbashing her the entire time that it was a horrible habit and nothing good could come from smoking.
âDe, please for the love of god encourage me that theyâll both come back alive.â She pleaded as she came to stop her pacing next to De again, her hands now balled into fists. Why she was looking for comfort from De she didnât know, but he seemed to be keeping a level head during this situation while she on the other hand was going completely nuts with all the waiting and to her it seemed like ions had gone by. Right as Chandi was about to make another nervous comment and begin her pacing again she saw out of the corner of her eye a flash of pink on the beach not that far away from where De and herself stood.
Blindly Chandi took off at a flat out run towards what she know figured out was indeed AJ and John, relief flooding over her at the sight of AJ in one piece at least, though as Chandi drew closer to the pair she took in their appearance quickly noticing that AJ didnât appear to be breathing and John didnât look much better, and again the dread sheâd felt only moments before replaced the brief moment of relief. Finally reaching her teammates Chandi gasped as her concerns were confirmed and AJ was in fact not breathing, her eyes grew large as saucers and her heart rate increased even more as she hap hazardly knelt/fell to the sand next to AJ, her black curls creating a curtaining effect a cross her face as she peered down at AJ, panic setting in as she realized the severity of the situation at hand. âDe, sheâs not breathingâ¦â Panic had seeped into Chandiâs voice as she hollered towards De. All rational thought left her as she knelt next to AJ, panic over taking her mind and she forgot how to move and what to do in a situation like this. âWhat do we do?â Her voice was high pitched and panicky still as she tried to fight back the shock and remember what it was she needed to do to get AJ breathing again.
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