No rush, no worries. I didn't want the others thinking I took a leave of absence.
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I'm waiting on Framing a Moose to post so I can get another one in.
On another note, if the weather permits, I will be heading up to the arctic circle from 12 OCT to 16 OCT. If not, then the next time I can post is the 15th.
On another note, if the weather permits, I will be heading up to the arctic circle from 12 OCT to 16 OCT. If not, then the next time I can post is the 15th.
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The lady scoffed at him. Isaac raised a brow and felt a little deflated at her reaction. Was it something he said? Or was it his demeanor? It reminded him of his first combat experience. He stood in the middle of the road drawing a blank as 7.62 zipped by inches from his face. His team leader had to pull him down, dragged him to a ditch, and literally punched him in his face to get him focused. From then on it was like a switch. Zero in on the situation, get a handle on what you're doing, and vomit later when everything is over. Surviving a plane crash and seeing all the dead gave the survivors the jitters. It was incredibly understandable. Hell, once the high of surviving a damn place crash goes down, Isaac would be vomiting outside the plane in droves.
It was suggested to see if anyone else was still alive. There was doubt that anyone other than those present were breathing. But it never hurt to check. He had retained everything that taught him in his combat lifesaver course (CLS), that, and actually doing the steps in theatre helped him a lot too. Rmember the MARCH acronym! Massive hemorrhaging, airway, respiratory, circulation, and hypothermia. Doing those in order would take too much time. Why not skip to circulation?
For every body he checked that was deceased, Isaac marked an "X" on the forehead. Every unit is different, and had different SOPs (Standard Operating Procedure), but for his, marking a body with an "X" meant the person in question was without a doubt deceased. It looked insensitive, and in some cultures may be considered desecrating a body, but it told everyone around that this person is no longer among the living, and there is nothing else to be done. The survivors on the plane sounded like an intelligent bunch, hopefully they would pick up on the marks and ignore those with black Xs.
"Man, there isn't much left here," mumbled Isaac to himself. It was disheartening looking at all these lost lives. Each person had a family, was someone's child, lover, spouse, sibling, so many stories gone.
Location: Homeroom
Interactions: Oberon Demetrius Grimbald [@Lovely Anastasia] | Aria Delaney @A Tattooed Girl
"I have better things to waste time on than something so simple a six year old could do an adequate job at completing..."
“Right... Uh... anyone want to... exchange numbers? Coordinate the project efforts?” meekly spoke Clyde.
It felt like his group had no confidence in him. It was a fair and accurate assessment given the boy's disposition. But Clyde will prove their ideas wrong. He decided this year will be the one to break free from his shell. It will take work, especially when his closest friend was gone and his other friend did not seem like the type to be an all encompassing person. But he was grateful Derek was fond of the boy. This project could be the saving grace Clyde always wished for. That, and it the whole passing grade thing will help too.
"Hey, um.. Clyde.."
There were two taps to his shoulder followed by a feminine voice. Clyde looked to his left, saw that it was Aria Delaney talking to him, and he immediately turned to face forwards. It definitely seemed cold to those who did not know Clyde and his fear of women. Remembering his mishap with Indiana Rider, he vowed to make a better effort in communicating with those of the opposite sex.
"A-Are you okay?"
She was worried about him? The thought brought a bit of joy to his heart, but he quickly pushed that feeling down and kept his composure. His awkward composure. He turned back to her with nervousness on his face. Her eyes were a dark brown color complimenting her hair which flowed down to her chest. She had a great sense of style and her words sounded friendly with a hint of genuine concern. “Don't be rude,” Clyde thought about himself.
“I-I'm... fine.”
That was a complete lie. Clyde sighed to himself and looked to his desk. Lying to Aria did not feel right.
“Ah... that's a lie,” he mumbled. “I m-mean... I'll be alright. My friend is gone so it feels lonely is all. But... thanks... you know, for your concern. I truly appreciate it.”
A smile crept on his face for a moment before quickly disappearing. Was it creepy to smile at people you are not close to? Maybe. He would have to take care to watch his expressions.
Wait a minute, Aria is in the same group as him.
“So... have any ideas about that, uh, project?”
Two full sentences without vomiting from fear. Abby would be so proud.
Location: Homeroom
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She moved away. Clyde continually looked to where Abbie sat and sighed with loneliness. It had only been a few days since his closest friend had moved and it was painful readjusting to life. Every morning he had expected Abbie waiting for him in his kitchen playing with his little sister. Even after school he waited for the girl who will never show, but more so from habit than anything else. It was a habit that will be hard to break, and it was a little bit heart breaking knowing he would not be seeing that gal come sauntering by. It was incredibly embarrassing when he helped Abbie move from her home. He couldn't stop himself from bear hugging the poor gal, nearly suffocating her in his chest, and crying uncontrollably. She had to punch him a few times to get Clyde to let go, and even then, Clyde was still trying to get a hold on his sobbing. He could still feel the gal patting his head telling him not to worry and to enjoy life as best as he could (plus a little encouragement on his blossoming love). Just thinking about it made his stomach feel heavy.
It was Friday and the only thing on his mind was finishing his homework early so he could head off to the community center. Thoughts of the science fair came to mind and immediately Clyde regretted thinking about his future project. He did not know anyone in his group and his heart began to race. There were two females in his group, two guys he was not familiar with, and Jacob McKinnon of all people. He twiddled with his thumbs for a moment imagining the kind of torment he would have to sit through.
“It'll be alright,” thought Clyde. “Contribute what ya' can 'n keep ya' head down.”
Clyde rested his head against his arms on his desk and waited patiently for the day to be over. Hitting the punching bag always calmed his nerves.
@MissCapnCrunch
Continuing.
Continuing.
I'm digging it. Once I come back from the range in a few days I'll get a character up.
@sakurasan
Ah man, will definitely miss reading your posts. I loved your character.
Ah man, will definitely miss reading your posts. I loved your character.
"Did they let you take that on the plane?"
“This old thing?” rhetorically asked Isaac as he patted his knife. “Nah.”
Isaac rubbed the back of his head as he glanced towards the front of the plane. He was not sure if any of the flight staff had survived this ordeal. The instructions from the beginning of the flight were completely lost on him. Were there even procedures on crash landings?
His eyes spotted a dog moving towards them. Isaac unsheathed his knife on instinct and got low. But seeing the prosthetic on the animal's body made the man second guess what he was seeing.
"He's friendly, just making sure you two are alright."
“Right...” mumbled Isaac as she sheathed his weapon. He did not have an aversion to dogs, but the sight and smell of them made him nervous. Too many run-ins with wild dogs in theater caused him to have a natural reaction to their presence.
"Have any idea where we are?" he asked. "Took a few looks outside the windows but nothing's coming to mind."
Clyde could only give Abbie a half-hearted smile as she bottled herself up. But he knew she was a strong girl who could pick herself up. He wished there was something he could do, anything, to make life a bit easier for her. Even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.
"Hey Perfection, Clydesdale. Clyde gotta ask you doin' better today? Gombeen ain't messin' with ya since yesterday?"
It was Derek. Clyde waved to his new friend, delighted to have another person chat with him at lunch. Now that expanded his friend group to two! That's one more than the previous number. It seems things are looking up-
Wait.
Clyde knew that expression on Abbie's face. That same expression that could cause volcanoes to erupt, the crust of the Earth to slide, hurricanes to form, and terrify Mr. Peterson's poor Pomeranian. A gal named Poetry stopped by momentarily to say hello to Abbie, and Clyde hoped this would distract her enough to lose focus. But as soon as Poetry left, Abbie's expression hardened. The boy could feel sweat forming on his brow.
“Hey now, Ab, uh...”
"Gombeen?"
“Listen, it ain't nothin'-”
"The fuck's that? You mean Jackoff? Jackoff messed with you?"
“Well, yeah, but... uh... it wasn't nothin' bad. I mean-”
"What'd he do? I swear to fucking god. If he laid a hand on him, I've got a bat in my bag that I'm just really not afraid to use."
Then she popped her knuckles and cracked her neck. Jesus Christ. Was she really going to kill him this time? There certainly were close calls before. Clyde looked to Derek with a face that read, 'for the sake of God please don't encourage her.'
"Really all he did was call him freak unless there was some underlying meaning behind a few of his other words. Other than that he didn't really pay much attention to Clyde. The muppet seemed to preoccupied trying to defend 'his turf'."
Say something. Say something. Say something. Say something. Say something.
Clyde slammed his hands on the table ferociously and quickly looked to both Derek and Abbie with wide eyes.
“Woahcrazyweatherwe'rehavingright?”
He looked to Abbie. “I saw Mr. Peterson walking his Pomeranian this morning it was the cutest thing I have ever seen.”
Then to Derek. “My favorite type of flower is the Hawaiian Hibiscus I grow them at home.”
Back to Abbie. “I'm actually lactose intolerant! But I still enjoy a bit of ice cream from time to time.”
Clyde sat back in his chair with his hands in his lap. He felt everything went according to plan. But the air about the cafeteria said otherwise.
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