Past, Present, Future Ch.4
Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 2:05 am
Isa screamed as once again her vision stopped her from getting what she wanted out of the machine. Oneil watched her type and fix her errors, while at the same time being screamed at by the frustrated Isa. Unfortunately, he was not going to give in. He was determined to help her, whether she wanted it or not. ?Can we work on the Time Machine instead? I hate this thing!? Oneil hugged her while she whined after finally giving up on screaming at him.
?If you promise to let me help you, then yes. I?m not just a great body, you know.? He took her wheelchair and wheeled it over to the mass of lasers, wires and optics. She thought for a second then started to order him around, telling him to connect one thing to another and when he had connected everything the other machine had been connected. She had corrected the error in the machine and smiled as he told her he was finished.
?Go get Orla and Adriano! If this works, this will be our only chance!?
Oneil ran to get them and Isa hoped a repeat of the last experiment did not happen. She had corrected the error in the machine and smiled as he told her he was finished.
Orla smiled as she sat, front row center, and watched Adriano rehearse his part for the play. It was amusing, actually, that the drama director had chosen to do The Mask of Zorro and, low and behold, Adriano had landed the lead role. It was only fitting, right? For Adriano to play the masked wonder? Orla shrugged and laughed softly, watching Adriano expertly wield the sword, uttering his lines with perfect precision and with a rather thick Spanish accent he often didn't use. It was one of his traits that kind of turned Orla on. As the scene Adriano was practicing for the third time came to a close, she clapped loudly, whistling to accompany it.
"Whoot! Go Adriano!" Orla grinned as Adriano turned his masked face to look at her. "Take it off!" She laughed and Adriano just chuckled, understanding that she meant his mask, and did so. He didn't much like the mask, it was almost suffocating, and as Orla told him repeatedly, it hid his good looks.
"Was I that good Orla?" He leapt down from the stage, the tall black boots he wore clunking softly on the floor. It was dress rehearsal, only two more days till opening.
"Duh! Quit asking Addy! You were born for that part!" She slipped an arm around Adriano's waist and followed him back stage to the changing rooms.
"I know, but I wasn't fond of the part you know." Orla just grinned and shoved Adriano into the changing room, leaning her back against the wall to wait. She whistled softly and rubbed at a bruise on the back of her hand, received when she had backhanded that prissy Ginger cheerleader for trying to step in on her man. She grinned, the dark bruise totally worth seeing the girl go scrabbling off, crying and gripping the side of her face. It was protection of private property! She certainly wasn't going to get into trouble! No way! She then heard somebody come crashing through the doors of the auditorium and she ran around the curtains onto stage.
"Oneil?! What's up man?!" Oneil paused, heaving in a deep breath and straightening quickly.
"She's fixed it Orla, get Adriano?we gotta go?NOW!" Orla's eyes widened and she nodded sharply, charging back stage again and breaking into the changing room just as Adriano pulled on his t-shirt. He spun around, surprised, and his eyes widened at the look of fear, excitement, and anxiety on Orla's face.
"Come on Addy, she's fixed it." Adriano nodded sharply and grabbed his backpack before charging out of the changing room, Orla hot on his heels and snatching her backpack from a seat on the way out. "Back to the future my friends!" Orla roared off, following right on Oneil's heels with Adriano at her side.
?If you promise to let me help you, then yes. I?m not just a great body, you know.? He took her wheelchair and wheeled it over to the mass of lasers, wires and optics. She thought for a second then started to order him around, telling him to connect one thing to another and when he had connected everything the other machine had been connected. She had corrected the error in the machine and smiled as he told her he was finished.
?Go get Orla and Adriano! If this works, this will be our only chance!?
Oneil ran to get them and Isa hoped a repeat of the last experiment did not happen. She had corrected the error in the machine and smiled as he told her he was finished.
Orla smiled as she sat, front row center, and watched Adriano rehearse his part for the play. It was amusing, actually, that the drama director had chosen to do The Mask of Zorro and, low and behold, Adriano had landed the lead role. It was only fitting, right? For Adriano to play the masked wonder? Orla shrugged and laughed softly, watching Adriano expertly wield the sword, uttering his lines with perfect precision and with a rather thick Spanish accent he often didn't use. It was one of his traits that kind of turned Orla on. As the scene Adriano was practicing for the third time came to a close, she clapped loudly, whistling to accompany it.
"Whoot! Go Adriano!" Orla grinned as Adriano turned his masked face to look at her. "Take it off!" She laughed and Adriano just chuckled, understanding that she meant his mask, and did so. He didn't much like the mask, it was almost suffocating, and as Orla told him repeatedly, it hid his good looks.
"Was I that good Orla?" He leapt down from the stage, the tall black boots he wore clunking softly on the floor. It was dress rehearsal, only two more days till opening.
"Duh! Quit asking Addy! You were born for that part!" She slipped an arm around Adriano's waist and followed him back stage to the changing rooms.
"I know, but I wasn't fond of the part you know." Orla just grinned and shoved Adriano into the changing room, leaning her back against the wall to wait. She whistled softly and rubbed at a bruise on the back of her hand, received when she had backhanded that prissy Ginger cheerleader for trying to step in on her man. She grinned, the dark bruise totally worth seeing the girl go scrabbling off, crying and gripping the side of her face. It was protection of private property! She certainly wasn't going to get into trouble! No way! She then heard somebody come crashing through the doors of the auditorium and she ran around the curtains onto stage.
"Oneil?! What's up man?!" Oneil paused, heaving in a deep breath and straightening quickly.
"She's fixed it Orla, get Adriano?we gotta go?NOW!" Orla's eyes widened and she nodded sharply, charging back stage again and breaking into the changing room just as Adriano pulled on his t-shirt. He spun around, surprised, and his eyes widened at the look of fear, excitement, and anxiety on Orla's face.
"Come on Addy, she's fixed it." Adriano nodded sharply and grabbed his backpack before charging out of the changing room, Orla hot on his heels and snatching her backpack from a seat on the way out. "Back to the future my friends!" Orla roared off, following right on Oneil's heels with Adriano at her side.