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Crumbling Nation - Chapter Two - RachelChapter Two - Rachel
Grace sighed as she trundled slowly across the beaten blue carpet of the Apartment, a dusty window behind her streaming in patches of grey Irish sunlight, dirt and grime somewhat obscuring an the view of Belfast Harbour, a view that would be quite beautiful and much-sought after, were it not for the flames that flickered along the streets, reflecting in red beams from the broken glass that littered the roads, the aftermath of the riots that had gripped Belfast for months, and still continued to. She grunted beneath the weight of the baggage from her desk, stumbling as she hurled herself against her apartment door to steady herself, resorting to kicking it with her heel to attract the attention of her partner and room-mate, who answered swiftly, quickly ducking down to help with the myriad of boxes Grace was encumbered by, smiling all the time, and drawing a smile from the lips of the Woman. They were natural matches for each other, both of them having underg
Crumbling Nation - Chapter One - Crumbling NationChapter One - Crumbling Nation
"Another one's been killed."
"Yeah, just saw it."
There was a long pause, and the woman leant back in her chair, the mechanical pencil tumbling through her thin, dexterous fingers, not even catching in the thin stone-grey fur that covered her body. She tossed the mechanical pencil to the desk, the purple plastic clattering against the smooth mahogany. "See who did it?" she asked after a yawn, voice tuneful, though tired and worn.
"Nope, sorry." The man groaned, tossing his pinstriped trilby down on the coffee table as he took his seat heavily in the steel and oak chair. "It was just a flash of light and a cloud of ash." his voice dragged across the ears like sandpaper, hardly dulled by the thick red stubble surrounding his scarred mouth.
"They've moved up to MEGs?" The Woman guessed, tossing the wild mane of purple hair from her eyes as she rotated around in the black office chair.
"Bingo." The man hissed, rubbing at his tired brown eyes.
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