Beyond The Gate

~^~ And So It Begins ~^~

"So you expect me to believe that we can just step through this gate and get there? Jin, be serious! It looks like some type of death trap!" I moan. "We'll become old dried out bones like those guys, or... or... our stomachs will explode!!! I don't trust that guy..."
"Trust me Grace!" Jin says with a hint of hurt in his voice.
Well, there was nothing else for it. We'd die either way, and at least this way I could blame it on someone else. And I would be on Jin's good side if we somehow survived it. I give a small smile, "Fine. Let's do this. If we die I'm blaming you!"
Jin returns my smile. "And if we don't, I'm rubbing it in your face."

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Hmm, confused yet? You aren't! Impressive, but I'm still going to go back and explain a bit. Just so you can understand what at stake here; basically the lives of everyone residing on Ermar.

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I sat alone in the bar, waiting. The door creaked open and closed in the wind, the only noise other than my breathing. I watched as a swirl of forlorn dirt was blown across the ground. Ick, it was dirty in here. But it was best that we wouldn't be over heard, since this bar wasn't all that popular it was the ideal place...
"Where the heck is Jin?" I muttered to myself.
Almost as if my question had brought him the door flew open. "Grace!" he called as he marched over and plunked down beside me. He was dressed in baggy, dark blue, jeans and his favourite black T-shirt with the words 'I'll fight you, and I'll win' written in big white letters with the picture of a snarling bear. His pale brown eyes were glimmering happily and his short brown hair was all over the place, and slightly damp.
"Swimming again?" I said, nonplus.
"Awww how'd you guess," Jin pouted.
I rolled my eyes. "Get serious Jin."
"Serious. Right," he sat up very straight and blew a kiss to some imaginary crowd. "Don't worry people we'll save you! How's that Grace? Serious enough?"
I slapped my forehead. Jin had been my best friend for over three years now, so he knew exactly how to bug me. "Jiiiiiiin."
"Graaaaace," he whined right back.
For the second time in the past three minutes the door was moved open by something other than the wind. A man shuffled into the bar and moved to a table in a corner. He's face and most of his body was covered by his long brown coat that swept across the floor. His back was hunched and his slow walk suggested that he was elderly. Just the normal kind old man out for a drink, but he gave me the creeps. How was it that he managed to step into the bar just as Jin and I were about to start discussing what we had been told? I shook the feeling off; it was just a coincidence. As I assured myself that the old man was up to nothing. Jin babbled happily behind me about who knows what, and the old man himself called over the bartender.
"Jin," I said, stopping his flow of comments.
"Hm? What? You don't agree that..."
"Jin. Shut up."
"Harsh!" Jin's eye's became big, and puppyish.
I swivelled my chair around to face him. "We need to talk."
"I was talking!"
"Not about that crap, about what the Glartroses told us!"

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