Avery Gray

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement as he tapped along the walls of the pyramid. It was always a precaution of his to bring enough flash light batteries to last the apocalypse. 

“We’ve got our walkie-talkies… but my assumption says we’ll be stuck in here for a while before someone from our team comes in range.”

As if ignoring the need to let supplies last, he claps his hands, “ya hungry? ’M starving.”

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❝              ஐﻬ             Do ya think the walkie-talkies can reach that far? We had interfearence earlier.  ❞                   The entire situation was just mentally exhausting, though in it's own rights exciting.                     If it wasn't for the small chance of death and starvation Avery would be extatic to be trapped                    among her passion. Suddenly she regretted agreeing to do the excavation in shifts.                    . But at least that meant someone would be coming around and that made the situation                     less perminant. 'And they company isn't bad to boot.’ The ginger thougth to herself                     as she crossed over to him.

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His lips pursed as he touched the heavily blocked exit. There had been an intense ‘cave in’, for a lack of a better phrase.

Bucky turned slowly, eyeing their water supply, taking a small breath of relief. He then turned to his digging partner, “There’s a chance— pretty good one— that we’re stuck.”

❝              ஐﻬ             Oh this can not be happening. . . ❞                   Avery huffed a in the midst of a highly frustrated sigh as she stepped away from the wall                    whipping the sweat away from her eyes. The ginger was prepared for a great many things                   but trapped in a collapse was not one of them. They were stocked with enough supplies                    to last them a day at best. In high temperatures the water would be lucky to last.                   Avery looked over at her partner with a slightly defeated look slowly crawling across                   her face.

"You shouldn't listen to them. . .You've changed and that definitely should be considered. Dwelling on things couldn't be good for you mentally." 

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〔¿〕➝ It was a gruesome sight for most, but Edward thought nothing of it as he examined the dead body lying near the docks. He had worked so many cases, some much, much more mutilated than the one in front of him, and as a result he had gotten accustomed to the sight of blood and innards.

❝              ஐﻬ             Right. . . Here we are. ❞                   It was unusual for someone of her standing to be called in on any form of crime                   investigation. But with her knowledge in cultural nature and trends she'd proved to                   be an asset. With Avery landing in the top of every class her entire way through                   school it put her first on the calling list. But as she stepped up to the yellow tape                   separating public and professional she wondered if she'd made the right choice                   accepting the call. Olive eyes raising to a man in uniform she carefully explained                   the situation sliding under the tape as he held it up for her.

                              ❝ Excuse me . . .Are you Edward Nigma? ❞

                  She called out to the man pouring over the scene, he seemed to be off in his own                   little universal bubble, tuning out the rest of the world around him. Clicking her                   tongue in slight annoyance the ginger pushed closer to the scene to try again for                   the mans attention. Making the mistake of glancing down, instantly regretting it as                   her stomach turned a little. Reaching out she tapped on his arm gently.

"What’s this now? You look like a mess."

❝              ஐﻬ             Well trust me mister. . .I feel like a bloody mess. . . ❞                   Of course she didn't mean it literally, just an expression. But that didn't change                   the way she felt. Which just to clarify was god awful. A tumble down a half a flight                   of stairs could really do a number on a person. And Avery was the proof of that.

❝              ஐﻬ             Yes…Think. People do it ya know?! ❞                   That had actually come out a little more defensive than she had meant it to. She                   was just tired of not knowing where here was. And the fact that she’d been                    wondering for over an hour didn’t help matters.