Rose trembled as she walked around. The whole 'being on a random island' thing did not help her anxiety. After walking in large circles for about an hour she heard voices, and the sound of water. She followed the sounds cautiously. She saw a beach. And people. Trembling even more, she hid behind a big tree, and peeked out from behind it.
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"I'm thirsty..."
He didn't know why he said it out loud, it was not as if there was anybody who'd hear him, and if there was they probably wouldn't be carrying around water anyway. Shayre sighed, wiping his forehead. He had been walking for hours straight now, and he had no idea where he was going. What he did know, was that he was far away from where he woke up, and he hadn't seen water since then. He shouldn't have left... The water had been still, and too warm to be healthy, but as thirsty as he was right now he would have drank anything.
A rock in front of his feet turned out to be slightly higher than he suspected, and he stumbled, catching himself quickly, but not before scraping his shin.
"This is madness."
It was now that he stood still that he realized how dizzy he was. He squatted down on the ground, his hands planted firmly on a root in order to stabilize his swaying body. He had to get his shit together.
Through a haze he studied his left hand. Something was wrong with it. It was red, which probably meant it was bleeding. Then why didn't his hand hurt? And why didn't his brain function the way it was supposed to?
Thinking made his head hurt, it was a throbbing that had started when he first tried to figure out where he was, and hadn't seemed to go away no matter how far he had walked.
Okay, no more complicated thoughts. Just small steps to get there.
Backtrace.
He was sitting now.
Before that?
He frowned, trying to ignore the pain. He remembered... walking. A lot of it. Trees, rocks, things to step over, to walk around... Step by step. No pain in his hand. The only things that were hurting was his throat, that needed water soon, and his head. Always his head.
He felt sweat dripping down his brow, and he absentmindedly wiped at it with his right hand. Now this one was red too...
His head...
He shifted his weight, feeling how he slowly fell -no rolled- backwards against a tree. Soft... Why was a tree so soft?
It didn't matter. It was soft, and he wouldn't be able to stand anyway, what with the entire world tolling around as it did.
He didn't know why he said it out loud, it was not as if there was anybody who'd hear him, and if there was they probably wouldn't be carrying around water anyway. Shayre sighed, wiping his forehead. He had been walking for hours straight now, and he had no idea where he was going. What he did know, was that he was far away from where he woke up, and he hadn't seen water since then. He shouldn't have left... The water had been still, and too warm to be healthy, but as thirsty as he was right now he would have drank anything.
A rock in front of his feet turned out to be slightly higher than he suspected, and he stumbled, catching himself quickly, but not before scraping his shin.
"This is madness."
It was now that he stood still that he realized how dizzy he was. He squatted down on the ground, his hands planted firmly on a root in order to stabilize his swaying body. He had to get his shit together.
Through a haze he studied his left hand. Something was wrong with it. It was red, which probably meant it was bleeding. Then why didn't his hand hurt? And why didn't his brain function the way it was supposed to?
Thinking made his head hurt, it was a throbbing that had started when he first tried to figure out where he was, and hadn't seemed to go away no matter how far he had walked.
Okay, no more complicated thoughts. Just small steps to get there.
Backtrace.
He was sitting now.
Before that?
He frowned, trying to ignore the pain. He remembered... walking. A lot of it. Trees, rocks, things to step over, to walk around... Step by step. No pain in his hand. The only things that were hurting was his throat, that needed water soon, and his head. Always his head.
He felt sweat dripping down his brow, and he absentmindedly wiped at it with his right hand. Now this one was red too...
His head...
He shifted his weight, feeling how he slowly fell -no rolled- backwards against a tree. Soft... Why was a tree so soft?
It didn't matter. It was soft, and he wouldn't be able to stand anyway, what with the entire world tolling around as it did.
Airel
She nodded, slowly getting closer to the boy, frightened as every. Raising her left hand, grabbing the boys hand. Nodding...she felt safe when she touched his hands, " Are..you sure? " her voice sounded squeaky, much like a 'cute' little girls voice.As she grabbed the boys hand she instantly pulled him in, hugging him tightly, scared she need it. Blushed as she pulled him in, crying as she did. The boy looked much like her brother, smiling, hugging tightly....
She nodded, slowly getting closer to the boy, frightened as every. Raising her left hand, grabbing the boys hand. Nodding...she felt safe when she touched his hands, " Are..you sure? " her voice sounded squeaky, much like a 'cute' little girls voice.As she grabbed the boys hand she instantly pulled him in, hugging him tightly, scared she need it. Blushed as she pulled him in, crying as she did. The boy looked much like her brother, smiling, hugging tightly....
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Arc felt the girl hug him and he could hear her crying. Arc just let her cry, it seemed like she needed it. 'She looks like my sister." He taught to himself as he looked down at the girl. He crouched down until he was on the same hight as the girl. " I'm Arc and you?" He asked her in a soft and warm voice.
Vindle looked to his right (or left, whatever the map says) and saw two people, who were Arc and Airel.
"Hey, you two ok? Bit of a shock waking up here isn't it?" he said, walking up to the two.
"Hey, you two ok? Bit of a shock waking up here isn't it?" he said, walking up to the two.
Airel
Cried her hand raising as she rubbed her eyes. Her arms still Arc. He acted like a brother...a sweet and caring brother, only makig her cry more and more, " A-...I-rel......" she said faintly, crying as she rubbed her eyes more. Seemingly odd crying like a little girl and being 15-Years old. His warming voice calmed her down her cries became more faint.
Cried her hand raising as she rubbed her eyes. Her arms still Arc. He acted like a brother...a sweet and caring brother, only makig her cry more and more, " A-...I-rel......" she said faintly, crying as she rubbed her eyes more. Seemingly odd crying like a little girl and being 15-Years old. His warming voice calmed her down her cries became more faint.
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Arc hugged the girl named Airel even closer. "Don't worry I'll protect you I promise. " Arc said with a certain kind of warmth in his voice to the girl as he patted her head. " Now no more crying okay?" He looked at her and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears on her face.
Vindle was about to say something else, but decided to not. Were these two siblings? They sure looked like it. Pushing the sibling thought aside though, which wasn't very important, he watched the scene of these two with a smile.
Rose went back behind her tree and started to walk. She walked along the tree-line until the beach sloped downwards. They wouldn't be able to see her and she would be able to think a bit. She sighed and sat down. Where the hell was she and how would she survive. Resting her head on her knees she looked out at the ocean. It sure was pretty, but the glare hurt her eyes. Laying back, she closed her eyes and just thought.
Mei looked down at the strange man, eyes wide. "Um... no, not exactly..." She started, "Do you think you could help me? I don't know if I can get down without hurting myself... Then we'll talk afterwards." She smiled a little, despite her fear of heights. She was glad someone else was here, at least. It calmed her knowing that she wasn't alone.
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Steven and his 2 mental compatriots were singing as "they" walked. "99 helpless victims on the wall, 99 helpless victims. Take one down, stab it around 98 helpless victims on the wall." At some point they had gotten to 45, and realized they were a bit hungry. 'We need food. And water. And food.' Said Greg, within Steven's head.
'Maybe there's some fruit around here, maybe some coconuts' said Susan. Steven looked bored, glum, or maybe just disappointed with the voices in his head. "Why can't there just be a McDonalds around here. Oh wait, no cash. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Steven laughed maniacally, as he looked into the forest slightly, and stopped, stunned at what he saw. It looked like a pineapple, atleast in shape, but without the leaves, and in a tree, as well as being neon blue. The tree was quite low to the ground, so Steven silently walked over to it, and plucked the fruit from it. "Holy... Fuck." Steven jumped for joy, before stabbing into the fruit with the shard of glass. what seemed to be a slightly blue liquid flowed out. Steven held it over his mouth and dripped some of the liquid in. ' Maybe we shouldn't drink it, maybe it's poison' Susan was as usual, being way too cautious.
'SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, WE ARE THIRSTY, IF WE DON'T DRINK IT, WE WILL DIE.' Greg lashed out at Susan again, Steven paying no mind.
Steven was surprised by the taste of the liquid. 'This is like some sort of sports drink, it's kinda nice.' Once the fruit's juice ran dry, Steven used the glass shard to cut the fruit in two. it was hollow inside, a cavity where the liquid was, surrounded by soft, wet flesh, which Steven ate some of "De-Fucking-licious" Steven ate as much of the fruit as possible, before drinking the liquid of another one of the odd fruit.
Once He had his fill of fruit, Steven continued walking, until he saw someone, who seemed to be watching something.
Steven, Greg, and Susan debated what to do, though it was very one-sided.
'Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill' Greg was all in for killing the guy ((Vindle)) while Susan was silent, but against it. Steven grinned,but ultimately decided against it. 'What if he is of use to us?' Steven walked up in his orange jumpsuit, and tapped guy on the shoulder. "Hello Kid."
'Maybe there's some fruit around here, maybe some coconuts' said Susan. Steven looked bored, glum, or maybe just disappointed with the voices in his head. "Why can't there just be a McDonalds around here. Oh wait, no cash. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Steven laughed maniacally, as he looked into the forest slightly, and stopped, stunned at what he saw. It looked like a pineapple, atleast in shape, but without the leaves, and in a tree, as well as being neon blue. The tree was quite low to the ground, so Steven silently walked over to it, and plucked the fruit from it. "Holy... Fuck." Steven jumped for joy, before stabbing into the fruit with the shard of glass. what seemed to be a slightly blue liquid flowed out. Steven held it over his mouth and dripped some of the liquid in. ' Maybe we shouldn't drink it, maybe it's poison' Susan was as usual, being way too cautious.
'SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, WE ARE THIRSTY, IF WE DON'T DRINK IT, WE WILL DIE.' Greg lashed out at Susan again, Steven paying no mind.
Steven was surprised by the taste of the liquid. 'This is like some sort of sports drink, it's kinda nice.' Once the fruit's juice ran dry, Steven used the glass shard to cut the fruit in two. it was hollow inside, a cavity where the liquid was, surrounded by soft, wet flesh, which Steven ate some of "De-Fucking-licious" Steven ate as much of the fruit as possible, before drinking the liquid of another one of the odd fruit.
Once He had his fill of fruit, Steven continued walking, until he saw someone, who seemed to be watching something.
Steven, Greg, and Susan debated what to do, though it was very one-sided.
'Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill' Greg was all in for killing the guy ((Vindle)) while Susan was silent, but against it. Steven grinned,but ultimately decided against it. 'What if he is of use to us?' Steven walked up in his orange jumpsuit, and tapped guy on the shoulder. "Hello Kid."
"Oh, hey. Looks like you got stranded here as well, right?" Vindle said. This guy... for some reason, he didn't feel safe to be around. Ignoring that fact, Vindle managed to let out a smile.
Jane heard some sort of ruffling in the grass, the sound rumbled the ground. Suddenly, she saw the creature that was making the movements and sounds and vibrations. It was huge and charging in her direction. It looked scary. A flashback of The Wizard of Oz suddenly started playing in her head, at a slow pace, as she quickly turned her body and began running away. I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.
She dreaded the fact she was not wearing shoes. She knew she was going to step on something weird, or strange, which would cause her to trip and--No, Jane, don't think like that.
She heard the creature roar, or growl--or make some sound. Regardless, it sounded angry, mad. What had she done? God, if this bear turns out to be the police. .. Her legs moved quickly, the adrenalin pumping through her veins was causing her to sprint like the wind.
She had just taken three days sitting in the wind, and now--she was the wind. Fleetwood Mac started playing in her mind, Rihannon. Somehow, all of this theater comforted her. Will you ever win? / Will you ever win? God, she hoped this bear wouldn't catch her. All your life you've never seen / a woman taken by the wind.
Her socks were soaking up some moistened dirt and grass as she sprinted. She was sure a hole would be rubbed in her socks, probably by the heel and maybe her toes. Stop thinking about your socks, Jane! Just run! The growling seemed to intensify. Jane wished she could be Rihannon and let the sky just take her. . away from this bear, away from this hallucination. She almost stopped running to contemplate if the creature was even real, but something was different about this trip as opposed to any trip on which she had ever let consume her. She refused to stop running. God, I hope I am not doing anything illegal, right now. She was afraid her hallucinating body was doing something illegal but disguising it as an attack of a ferocious animal.
Chills were running up-and-down her spine. These chills started feeling like comforts, a self-induced ecstatic back massage that kept her running, light on her toes. Dreams unwind / Loves a state of mind. F'ck Fleetwood Mac, I need to find safety! Whatever that even meant, Jane was not sure, but she had some hope that safety had to be possible. The lyrical movement inside her frightened mind was starting to get old, the more and more realistic this chase became.
She dreaded the fact she was not wearing shoes. She knew she was going to step on something weird, or strange, which would cause her to trip and--No, Jane, don't think like that.
She heard the creature roar, or growl--or make some sound. Regardless, it sounded angry, mad. What had she done? God, if this bear turns out to be the police. .. Her legs moved quickly, the adrenalin pumping through her veins was causing her to sprint like the wind.
She had just taken three days sitting in the wind, and now--she was the wind. Fleetwood Mac started playing in her mind, Rihannon. Somehow, all of this theater comforted her. Will you ever win? / Will you ever win? God, she hoped this bear wouldn't catch her. All your life you've never seen / a woman taken by the wind.
Her socks were soaking up some moistened dirt and grass as she sprinted. She was sure a hole would be rubbed in her socks, probably by the heel and maybe her toes. Stop thinking about your socks, Jane! Just run! The growling seemed to intensify. Jane wished she could be Rihannon and let the sky just take her. . away from this bear, away from this hallucination. She almost stopped running to contemplate if the creature was even real, but something was different about this trip as opposed to any trip on which she had ever let consume her. She refused to stop running. God, I hope I am not doing anything illegal, right now. She was afraid her hallucinating body was doing something illegal but disguising it as an attack of a ferocious animal.
Chills were running up-and-down her spine. These chills started feeling like comforts, a self-induced ecstatic back massage that kept her running, light on her toes. Dreams unwind / Loves a state of mind. F'ck Fleetwood Mac, I need to find safety! Whatever that even meant, Jane was not sure, but she had some hope that safety had to be possible. The lyrical movement inside her frightened mind was starting to get old, the more and more realistic this chase became.
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Leo said "I'll come up and help you down." Leo then began to climb the tree and then he finally reach the branch she was on and said "ok how about you get on my back and I'll climb back down with you on my back"
Akuma began walking, this time a bit paranoid about everything. She stared at the trees and sighed. She was minding her own business when she saw a young boy on the grass. "Ah!" Akuma yelled rushing towards him, shaking him. "Please don't be dead."
Airel
Cried more and more her cries began to get faint as he calmed her down. Seeing his hands raise feeling his warm thumbs rub the tears off her face. She smiled watching him smile reminding her so much of her brother.
Cried more and more her cries began to get faint as he calmed her down. Seeing his hands raise feeling his warm thumbs rub the tears off her face. She smiled watching him smile reminding her so much of her brother.
"Are you sure...?" Mei hesitated, then reached over and latched onto his back. "Okay, I'm ready." She closed her eyes, too scared to watch, waiting in anticipation.
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Arc had seen more people gathering on the beach. He was at least happy that he and the girl weren't the only ones on this island. "You hungry? " Arc asked the girl who had stopped sobbing by now.
Jane continued running, her feet hurt, the smell of the creature gradually became thicker and thicker, Oh, God, this is it... Part of her wanted to break down and cry, but the other part of her knew better... And the stench was so heavy and the rumbling was so monstrous. The air around her became harder to breathe as she started to lose distance between herself and the animal. It had only been a six minute run, yet she may have travelled a mile, yet. Her legs were wearing out and becoming heavy and tired.
She dare not turn around to see how close the foul beast was behind her...
But she did not have to turn around, for it had finally lunged on top of her. Her right leg felt a sharp pain, almost a sensational pain quiver quickly through her body. She screamed in horror, the echo of her voice vibrated through the forest. Hit its nose, hit is nose!. Jane twisted her body, as she had fallen flat onto her stomach, scraping the bottom of her chin, and sinking her teeth into the tip of her tongue. She made one swat that miffed the bear-like creature's nose. If any damage was done, it stalled the beast from piercing her stomach with its mouth...
... Before another forest animal came charging. It had similar attributes, large, fury, ferocious and the stench, that same disgusting stench. The closer this creature approached, the fouler and more polluted the air began to smell. Without hesitation, Jane stopped screaming and vomited on the creature, right before it was attacked by the other forest animal. Jane was flung aside, her body hit a tree, but strangely enough, the tree was soft, soft and comforting. Jane immediately picked her body up, feeling needles pierce through her leg as she tried to get away. Blood dropped from her leg.
Curse words began flying through her head, and then prayers. Lord, have mercy. Kyrie eleison. Lord have mercy. Kyrie eleison... And then more cursing followed her horrible attempt at praying through the pain. She looked down at her sock, it was turning red. Jane turned and vomited one more time. It was nothing but yellow vile. She took deep breaths, forgetting she was in some foreign land. Flight or fight started pumping more adrenalin through her, she took several steps and started running again.
Every step was a new pain, but she did not dare stop. She felt like Dori from Finding Nemo. She thought to herself, Just keep running. Just keep running. Occasionally, she would slip in a Lord have mercy, but she mostly found herself continually forgetting she was not her natural habitat...
The wind combed through her hair and licked the blood from her wound. The trees opened up paths for her to run. And her feet started finding the socks to be nothing but hindrances, soggy and slowing her down. She wished she could quickly take them off and let her feet feel the ground. This boost of energy would not last long, Find shelter, Jane, find shelter.
She dare not turn around to see how close the foul beast was behind her...
But she did not have to turn around, for it had finally lunged on top of her. Her right leg felt a sharp pain, almost a sensational pain quiver quickly through her body. She screamed in horror, the echo of her voice vibrated through the forest. Hit its nose, hit is nose!. Jane twisted her body, as she had fallen flat onto her stomach, scraping the bottom of her chin, and sinking her teeth into the tip of her tongue. She made one swat that miffed the bear-like creature's nose. If any damage was done, it stalled the beast from piercing her stomach with its mouth...
... Before another forest animal came charging. It had similar attributes, large, fury, ferocious and the stench, that same disgusting stench. The closer this creature approached, the fouler and more polluted the air began to smell. Without hesitation, Jane stopped screaming and vomited on the creature, right before it was attacked by the other forest animal. Jane was flung aside, her body hit a tree, but strangely enough, the tree was soft, soft and comforting. Jane immediately picked her body up, feeling needles pierce through her leg as she tried to get away. Blood dropped from her leg.
Curse words began flying through her head, and then prayers. Lord, have mercy. Kyrie eleison. Lord have mercy. Kyrie eleison... And then more cursing followed her horrible attempt at praying through the pain. She looked down at her sock, it was turning red. Jane turned and vomited one more time. It was nothing but yellow vile. She took deep breaths, forgetting she was in some foreign land. Flight or fight started pumping more adrenalin through her, she took several steps and started running again.
Every step was a new pain, but she did not dare stop. She felt like Dori from Finding Nemo. She thought to herself, Just keep running. Just keep running. Occasionally, she would slip in a Lord have mercy, but she mostly found herself continually forgetting she was not her natural habitat...
The wind combed through her hair and licked the blood from her wound. The trees opened up paths for her to run. And her feet started finding the socks to be nothing but hindrances, soggy and slowing her down. She wished she could quickly take them off and let her feet feel the ground. This boost of energy would not last long, Find shelter, Jane, find shelter.
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