May 26th, 27th, & 28th
May 28th, 2010 -- "Wrinkled"
6684 bent the bottom angle of his flex-steel faceguard back and away from his neck so he could see better. He was leaking black fluid out of a few holes in his front guard and his arm was feeling a little weird, but he could see again. His optics trembled to life with the super white lamp backing glowing at half power. Eight more years and he'd have himself a new set of eyes, he thought.
Stretching his back a bit, 6684 picked up his Outliner with both hands and climbed on top of a nearby vehicle shell for a better view.
He had no idea what the hell that was that hit 'em, but he sure as hell knew it was going to change things dramatically.
May 27th, 2010 -- "Steps"
Baby steps got him this far, he thought. Baby steps and a lot of stairs.
May 26th, 2010 -- "The House of Noise by The Bay"
The kid they called Dog sat on the larger of the two pinions that used to allow the light's casing to spin in circles at the top of the beacon house. He sat and he spun slowly, using a crank he had rigged in a complicated fashion to power his own movement.
This was a place of caution.
He'd sit and he'd spin, only really changing his position for one of two things; the first thing being to reach a hand behind his back to collect the crank from his other hand as he turned, and the second things being moving his then-free hand to cup his mouth as his voiced a warning out to the ocean as he faced it.
He liked his job, but often wished for more.