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[Aug. 15] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Whiteout
Title: Whiteout
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2010 "trusting strangers"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee->Winry, Miles
Rating: PG
The beginning of a story I've been pondering for a while now.
The car stopped. Winry and Kimblee exchanged curious glances.
"Tch. We misjudged the speed of the storm," Miles said. This was bad. They had just picked up Miss Rockbell and were planning on turning around and heading straight back up Briggs to bring her to the Elrics. Now they were stuck temporarily. The longer it went on, the harder it would be. With all four of his men along for the ride, Kimblee definitely had the upper hand.
The passengers turned to look out the windows. Miles was right. Snow was falling down thick and fast. The road and the sky blended together in a blur of swirling white. They wouldn't be three yards further until they were off the road. "Are we stuck?" Winry asked cautiously.
"We can't make it through now," Miles replied bitterly, confirming her nervous suspicions. Winry looked nervous. Kimblee, on the other hand, appeared smug as ever. Did this bother him or not? There was no way to tell. His caution when they had been introduced in the hospital was clearly the exception to the rule. He was good at what he liked. And what he liked was being in control.
"We're turning around, sir?" the soldier at the wheel asked for confirmation.
"I don't see any other way." The driver waved to his counterpart bringing up the rear with the rest of Kimblee's underlings crammed in together like a tin of uniformed sardines. The other car turned back first and then they followed it.
"We'll go back into the city. I'll call up a snowplow to be ready to clear the road for us as soon as the storm breaks."
Kimblee and Winry resumed their quiet chatting. Miles was not sure whether to be glad for Winry's presence, which kept him from having to speak with the other less savory visitor to Briggs, or to feel regret and disgust that she was forced to be here and swallow Kimblee's honey-coated lies. No one could stay young and naive for long these days. Miss Rockbell would do better not to trust so easily.
They reached the train plaza. Instead of going back to the station, the driver pulled up alongside the curb in front of a hotel on the same strip. This was the place they usually worked with when they needed to put someone up for the night. Major General Armstrong thought it was a bit ritzy for business matters, but the next closest lodging was a dump. "Get out here, Major, and I'll take the car around to the back."
"Connect with the others and meet me in the lobby," Miles commanded calmly, before hopping out of the car into the elements, "We'll have to appraise the situation. We might have to stay here overnight."
"Yes, sir."
Kimblee followed Miles into the snow. If it weren't for that long, dark ponytail blowing in the breeze... Miles would've liked to loose him in the whiteout. The Red Lotus Alchemist kept up his charade of gentlemanly behavior, opening the door for Winry and escorting her inside. He even carried her suitcase back in just as he had carried it out.
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2010 "trusting strangers"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee->Winry, Miles
Rating: PG
The beginning of a story I've been pondering for a while now.
The car stopped. Winry and Kimblee exchanged curious glances.
"Tch. We misjudged the speed of the storm," Miles said. This was bad. They had just picked up Miss Rockbell and were planning on turning around and heading straight back up Briggs to bring her to the Elrics. Now they were stuck temporarily. The longer it went on, the harder it would be. With all four of his men along for the ride, Kimblee definitely had the upper hand.
The passengers turned to look out the windows. Miles was right. Snow was falling down thick and fast. The road and the sky blended together in a blur of swirling white. They wouldn't be three yards further until they were off the road. "Are we stuck?" Winry asked cautiously.
"We can't make it through now," Miles replied bitterly, confirming her nervous suspicions. Winry looked nervous. Kimblee, on the other hand, appeared smug as ever. Did this bother him or not? There was no way to tell. His caution when they had been introduced in the hospital was clearly the exception to the rule. He was good at what he liked. And what he liked was being in control.
"We're turning around, sir?" the soldier at the wheel asked for confirmation.
"I don't see any other way." The driver waved to his counterpart bringing up the rear with the rest of Kimblee's underlings crammed in together like a tin of uniformed sardines. The other car turned back first and then they followed it.
"We'll go back into the city. I'll call up a snowplow to be ready to clear the road for us as soon as the storm breaks."
Kimblee and Winry resumed their quiet chatting. Miles was not sure whether to be glad for Winry's presence, which kept him from having to speak with the other less savory visitor to Briggs, or to feel regret and disgust that she was forced to be here and swallow Kimblee's honey-coated lies. No one could stay young and naive for long these days. Miss Rockbell would do better not to trust so easily.
They reached the train plaza. Instead of going back to the station, the driver pulled up alongside the curb in front of a hotel on the same strip. This was the place they usually worked with when they needed to put someone up for the night. Major General Armstrong thought it was a bit ritzy for business matters, but the next closest lodging was a dump. "Get out here, Major, and I'll take the car around to the back."
"Connect with the others and meet me in the lobby," Miles commanded calmly, before hopping out of the car into the elements, "We'll have to appraise the situation. We might have to stay here overnight."
"Yes, sir."
Kimblee followed Miles into the snow. If it weren't for that long, dark ponytail blowing in the breeze... Miles would've liked to loose him in the whiteout. The Red Lotus Alchemist kept up his charade of gentlemanly behavior, opening the door for Winry and escorting her inside. He even carried her suitcase back in just as he had carried it out.