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Default Collab Chapter Two: Pripyat - 10-12-2011, 09:24 PM

Second part of collab with Queenie. Posted in separate posts due to character limit.

Damien.

It was a few days later, and Damien was currently at Kiev airport with Rose. The flight had been fairly uneventful, despite some slight turbulance halfway through, and despite the early hour, Damien was feeling fine. Kiev airport was just as busy as the airport in Chicago, though it was a different kind of bustle. Damien led Rose to the luggage carosel; he hadn't brought much with him, just a rucksack which could have bottles of water and food put in it when they bought supplies in Kiev. After they'd left the airport, they'd then have to collect their permit for visiting Pripyat, and also arrange transportation. Because Damien had no intention of going along for the ride with other people who might want to know what they were up to, he planned to hire a motorbike with the temporary credentials he'd been given by Azhdeha. That way, he and Rose could travel alone; all they'd have to do would be to hand their permit to the guards at the checkpoint.

While they were waiting at the carosel for Damien's rucksack to come through, Damien was thinking. During the past few days, he'd come to really like Rose, though he had no idea whether or not she felt the same way. He decided to risk it all and kiss her. If things panned out and she did like him back, it would be good. Otherwise... there would be awkwardness, but Damien felt he could survive it. In any case, Rose wouldn't be able to go off in a huff seeing as she was in a foreign country and needed to stick with him. So with nothing to lose, Damien suddenly kissed Rose.

Rose.

Rose had slept for the majority of the flight, and was currently pretty well rested, despite the early hour. At the moment, she was wearing a pair of black slacks and a plain pink t-shirt, just tight enough to look nice but loose enough so that she didn't look bad in it. For her hair, she'd simply let the curls go wild, and used only an elastic headband to keep it out of her face. Her curls were the sort that could almost make an afro, but not quite, and she hated them.

Her feelings toward Damien hadn't changed over the past few days, so when Damien suddenly kissed her, it came as quite the shock; she hadn't known he liked her. So she stood there for a moment, then decided to throw all caution to the wind and tried to kiss him back. Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was doing, and she was very awkward with her big lips at first, and she seemed to know it. But, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and she finally seemed to get the hang of kissing Damien, and found that she liked it. In fact, she liked it a lot.

Finally, she pulled back. She lifted a shaky hand to her tingling lips. And, boy, were they tingling; that weird feeling she got around Damien had made kissing him odd, like drinking soda when one had expected something flat, like orange juice, but it also made it quite exhilarating. "Whoa," Rose said. She then shook her head as if her clear it. "Damien, why didn't you just tell me you liked me?" She asked, looking up into the eyes hidden by those d@mned sunglasses; she wanted to rip them off so she could really look into his eyes, but knew that she probably shouldn't.

Damien.

It had been a few minutes of wondering what would happen, and worrying that Rose was just going to push him away or worse laugh in his face... and then, Rose kissed Damien back. He could tell that she wasn't very experienced, but that didn't really matter. He didn't mind at all; in fact, he liked the fact that she was so into him. His previous girlfriends tended to have their minds half on whether their hair was getting messed up, which annoyed him; especially since he couldn't help but read their minds. When Rose spoke to Damien, he hesitated then said, "I didn't know whether you felt the same. I didn't know what to say, so I thought that this way was better." He automatically stuck out a hand as his backpack came round and picked it up. "We'd better go and collect the permit now; and I need to go hire that bike," he said. "We can talk better once we're alone in Pripyat."

Damien led Rose out of the airport, once all the security formalities were over and done with. He first went to the tourist centre to collect the permit to enter the dead zone; there wasn't any problems there. The next place he went was to a nearby hire centre to hire a medium sized motorbike that could carry a pillon passenger. And finally, he went to the outlet that supplied food and water bottles to anyone planning on visiting Pripyat, and also hired out geiger counters. The woman who was in charge told Damien and Rose that they could also have a shower once they were back, to get rid of any residual radioactive dust. Damien hadn't thought of this, but supposed it was a good idea; he might not be affected by the radioactivity, but he didn't want to bring back particles that might harm anyone else.

All the time they were going through these places, Damien held on to Rose's hand. As well as liking the feeling of skin to skin contact, he also didn't want to lose her. Damien hoped that Rose didn't mind about going on the back of the bike. He asked her to choose what food she wanted to take, as she would be the one eating most of it, after all. Damien picked up a geiger counter too, simply to take a few readings of the radioactivity inside the dead zone.


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