[hider=List of Accepted Characters!][b][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/266785]~~~~~Accepted Characters!!~~~~~<3[/url][/b] <--click to see the accepted characters! Please![/hider] [i]"Find food, Aimee..." Yeah... okay... not like they expect me to come back empty handed. Again. God, I'm so freakin' useless! What do they expect? I'm not Jace. So not up to his 'standards.' The hell is this? Bootcamp? Like, okay... I get it. We need to survive here. This place is soooo messed up! It's crazy! I'm just not suited for this! But those two... it's like the guy and his sister were made for this place. They're so tough. They can cope; [b]'Jacie.'[/b] that's what I call them when they're together... in my head. I wouldn't say it out loud. No, that's Lacie's place. Mean chick says whatever mean chick wants . So I screw up! I'm scared, okay? I haven't gotten anyone killed yet, right...? Wait. That's why we split up, isn't it...? They want those [b]things...[/b] those antler-heads to eat me... or those other [b]things[/b] to get me. I know it. Better off if they did anyways... STOP!!! Man! It's like I'm regressing! I'm so much better than this sniveling. Serioiusly. But what-evs. Screw it. I'm not ending up like Z. Hell no. I'm just gonna' pretend like I'm looking for stuff. The hell can I do anyway? My zippo is the best thing I own. Well, at least I can help make fire. And a paintbrush! Seriously! How the hell did I end up with a paintbrush?! And no paint! Useless. Figures. [b]"Oh dun worries, err'body! I'll saves ya! I'll just paint a picture of a gun to harmadize those bad guys! Hey! ...sees the pretty-pretty font? It says: BANG!"[/b] Okay! STOP, dumbass! Just do something worthwhile then... like what...? Uhmm... FIREWOOD! Hey at least that's something! Self high five! Wait! Where's Dwyer? I can't lose sight of him out here. He's the only one I know will make sure I'm still alive... right? Right. There he is! URSHUMS!!! At least I can run. Faster, chick! ---- Of course, he's trying to introduce himself to this other guy. Dwy's a sweetheart... crazy... but sweet enough to be a friend. My friend.[/i] I can't help but smile. Shyly like a dumbass carrying a pile of wood in their arms, but a smile nonetheless. Then out of nowhere, this chick lands in the water and the wood falls from my arms. Not out of surprise, mind you, but out of relief. And joy. And love. I scream her name, but I can't because I'm choking back tears. My girlie is here. She came back, I just know it. My heart is thudding so hard against my chest! I so want to rush on down the riverbank, splashing away, holding out my arms to her. Oh, god, I just want to hold her one more time. Just once more, please, god... but then I stop short of enacting my desires. My eyes drop to the ground and so does my heart. It's not her. Of course not. Dwy gets their names. Alec and Ashe. More peeps with names that start with 'A.' Win! When I look up again, they're passing me by. "Hey... I'm Ai--" Yeah. Oooookaay... Like I'm not even there. Why even bother, right? Make like a leaf, [i]Double-A's[/i], really, just shrivel up and blow away. [i]Or better yet blow your brains out... [/i] Their stupid taunting voices... I hear them here. Louder for some reason. What-evs. So in the past... right? I just pick up and clutch my pile of wood, dry pile mind you, and follow along behind them. ---- I see Jace punch Z. What. The. Actual. Eff. The hell is that supposed to prove. But it's enough to make me stop dead in my tracks and hide behind a tree that twist upward into another tree; maybe if he sees me with no food in my arms, only dead wood, he'll punch me too. Z is okay though. He can handle himself. Me? It'd be lights out. Then Part 2 of '[i]Jacie[/i]' pipes up. I never know if she's being sarcastic or not. But even though she welcomes the new comers with an extended hand, it sooo does not sound welcoming. It's just a statement of her viewpoint. It depresses me. I honestly hope these others aren't such downers too. Jace can beat the living crap out of me and then some with his fists. Lacie can flatten me with her words. Against [i]Jacie[/i] I so do not stand a chance. But why am I thinking like that? We've been together for some time now!! It's because I don't trust them. If it came down to it, I so know I'd end up as bait for the monsters so that they could get away. Eff. My. Life. I snap out of my spiralling thoughts as soon as the big flappy bird hits the ground. Z nailed one. Hey! At least we have firewood to cook it, right? Oooh... and look, it's dryyyyy-- Somethings coming! When I hear the hasty footfalls of whatever it is crashing through the bush closer in our direction, I finally scamper away from behind the trees and closer to the group. At least I'm still a fast runner... right! "HeyumDwy..! Igotsomefirewood..!" the words machinegun out my mouth as I slip behind him and stare at what just came through. My heart is still racing even though I feel relief. It's just some dirt-covered teen. But my relief washes away like a flashflood when I see Z's face and his eyes narrowing as he scans the woods behind the newest guy. Jace's right though. I wish he was on his game 24/7 too. He's pretty kick-ass when he's not zoning. Me? I wish I was even a fraction kick-ass of everyone else here. But what-evs. The pile of wood is on the ground, but I kept one. One that felt right. Whatever comes at us, I've got Dwy's back...right? Well... maybe that's because I'm standing right behind him... such a useless dumbass... But I've got this piece of wood... somehow called out to me. It's heavy, but not too heavy for me when I hold it in two hands. Like, I'm five and a half feet tall, but right now, I feel like I'm over ten feet tall with this thing. My girlie and me used to be on the women's softball team; it's where I first met her. And so now I step into memory and think of leaning my head on my girlie's shoulder momentarily before getting on deck; it always made me feel better, more confident, more focused. They wouldn't let me handle a bow or anything shoot-y just in case I screwed up, but I think I finally found something I can use to kick-ass even if it's just a fraction of what everyone else here can do. I'm not the best catcher or thrower, but when it's time to step up to the plate, I'm pretty good, actually. I saunter out from behind Dwy and stand right beside him, readying myself, swinging my 'bat' in loose circles in one hand, the other shaking out the inaccuracies, before settling in and holding it once more in both hands. I nod once. Maybe it's because there are more of us now. Maybe it's because those stupid voices have shut up and all I can hear is [i]her[/i] breathing. Maybe it's something else, but given a reason, a passion, and I will knock it out of the park. I think I'm 'In the zone' right now. My girlie understands that. And for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like painting for once. Maybe not right now, but whatever I feel right now... Feels goooood... home run, biyatches. "Gots your back, Dwy. I mean it." I say and my voice sounds like someone Lacie might actually like for once.