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Post by Memai on Apr 6, 2008 4:55:24 GMT -5
Normally, you wouldn't ever go far with one little bar on the top right screen of your phone, but the wonders of technology, as it were, had Roxy startled from her sleep as she felt something vibrate from under her.
Jumping back and waking up Pedro as well (who looked like he was ready to cry again), she calmed down when realizing it was merely her phone and not some horrible wretched being from the shadow. Taking the phone that had been strewn about along with other belongings, she looked rather puzzled as she found she had a new text message.
She didn't recognize the number, but she did know who it was signed by.
'help we r lost get help -- kay lola dalton n cornelius
"Very helpful." She said dryly. In the circumstances, she had grown quite far from her usually cheery disposition and had now become dry and rather blunt. Sweet voice she might still have, but the bite in her tone even sent the usually persistent Vance Medici back.
Not that it was any help that Kay and the others were lost, she was quite aware of that fact, but it did prove to be a beacon of hope to her, she knew, at the very least, they were alive out there, somewhere.
And if they could've sent the message, then they possibly couldn't be very far off.
"Wh-What was that?" Pedro asked with his quivering voice, "Was it an animal? DID YOU KILL IT?"
"SHHH!" She put a finger over his lips, "Don't wake everyone up, they need their rest, alright?"
"MmmHmm..."
"Alright, well... I got a message from Kay and the others."
"YAY WER---"
"No! This doesn't mean we're saved, they're lost Pedro and we need to find them before something horrible happens to them."
"But what if they're dead."
"Nonsense, they can't send the message if, God forbid, they've died or something. Anyway we need a --- Hey, where's REL?"
"Huh?"
"REL, where'd she go?"
"I... I don't know."
"Mmmph! It doesn't matter anyway. It's not like she really would care for Kay and everyone. I say we get some supplies and head out as soon as the sun comes up."
"Why can't we go now?"
"Because I'd much rather go look for them in the daylight where we can see more things, rather than night, where we have to depend on how far the torchlight can shine. Understand?"
"O---okay."
"Good. Let's just get some sleep first..."
And so they lightly slept, Roxy waking up every other hour just to wait for that first ray of light to greet her. And to perhaps, just greet her friends far off.
'Maybe if we're lucky, we might be able to find Peanut and the others too... I hope he's okay.'
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Peanut, Kirby, Constantinos and Robbie were huddled up together right beside the stream where they had met up. The greaser and the pessimist were shivering, still cold from their little swim, and even colder as the night pressed on.
The small fire that Kirby had finally built was the most they could do, and even then it wasn't doing much, but at least it provided a little bit of relief.
"How'd this happen...?" The greaser whispered to himself. It all started out just like any other trip. On their summer episode it seemed fairly normal, and to think, what's a small hiking trip up in the mountains? With a cute little town not too far off?
And now? One wrong turn and a hardy little bump, sent the bus of students into a forest. In the middle of nowhere, without anything to properly survive on. To think that his best friend had just mentioned seconds before the accident, how fun it would be, how he and his queen would be together under the stars.
Now?
Peanut was cold, hungry and certainly not inclined to go on and catch a few fish. His best friend was missing, probably injured to high heaven, his Nightingale was probably lost and alone with no one there to look out for her.
And then his train of thought kept going to more horrible, gruesome things, that was until Robbie slapped the boy across the face.
"THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"
"Forgive me for the brutish behaviour, but it would certainly be a little bit more appropriate to answer me when you're addressed, Romano."
"Tch'."
"Anyway, we can't possibly afford dinner or anything proper like that. We might as well just get some rest, conserve as much energy as we can and head out in the morning."
"Who died and made yous king?"
"I know where your loyalties lie," Robbie said not looking at the greaser, patting the bunch of leaves he had gathered to turn into a mock pillow, "But for the time being we don't have much of a choice. It's either we all work together for this one small bit, or we can all disband, fight more and get lost without any hope of getting found or saved."
His statement was met with silence, one that was rather satisfying to the Prep's ear. "Very well then, I suppose you should get some rest, all of you. We have a long day ahead of us."
"Fuckin' prep."
"GOODnight, mister Romano."
"Piss off."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Apr 6, 2008 15:47:04 GMT -5
Kay almost screamed. She woke later with a large racoon staring at her.
"Grrrrr," It snarled at her as she gasped.
"Oh for god's sake..." She grunted after getting a grip of herself. "I should kill and eat-...." She trailed off, her hungry eyes widened. At the creature's feet was a brightly coloured bag. Potato Chips...
"C'mere ya little..." Kay breathed, slowly getting up, the juices flowing around her mouth at the prospect of food. She sat poised, back on her haunches ready to grab it.
"RACOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"
The creature snatched up it's bag of chips and bolted from view. Kay turned to Lola and took a vicious swipe at her face before lunging animal-like after the racoon, ambling in a primitive fashion through the trees.
"KAY! WERE ARE YOU GOING?!" She cried. Kay ignored her, sprinting after the racoon. She had to have food- and she wasn't going to share it. Nuh uh. This was a situation she thought of as "Every man for themselves," and she was a six foot two girl of 60+ kilograms. She HAD to eat. Be it bug, plant animal or confectionary. She left the others behind and eventually got lost in the darkness.
After around half an hour of bolting after the large rodent, Kay Adams was exhausted, bedraggled and her kneeds were shaky from lack of food and dehydration. She collapsed next to a large boulder and panted heavily, her eyes blurring over. Twigs poked into her butt cheek and her hand had broken out in large red spots as she had come into contact with nettled during her tailling of the racoon. Her face was also scratched and bruised.
"Oh god," She panted, clutching at her stomach. "I would even eat Edna's casserole," She was crippled in a ball on the forest floor, with no inkling of how to survive in a forest and barely any energy. She emptied her pockets frantically, praying for at least a boiled sweet or a stick of gum. Nothing of the sort- but she DID still have Dalton's cell. She squinted at the phone. It still had it's one feeble bar of signal.
"You'd... better... have.... credit. You... You bastard." She choked out, going into the adress book again.
Ring.... Ring.... "please.... pick up..." Ring... <crackling interferance> Ring.... "Hello?"
"He- Dalton... or -Kay?" Came a voice back. There was so much static it was difficult to make out words.
"Yeah... It's... me... Look, you gotta... Help- I'm at... big boulder...Chased a racoon..." Kay was struggling to get her breath from all the running. "Lost Corn, Lola... and Dalton... There's... water nearby... i- i can hear it,"
"F-....... Stream! Make a sig-" BEEP.
The phone call was terminated. Kay let out a strangled scream of frustration and hurled the phone into a nearby tree. She the proceeded to do a thing that no-one had ever seen Kay do before. She curled up into a ball and lay on her side, rocking slightly. Her eyes were squeezed closed.
Her normal surrounding has buildings, loads of people and phoned ALWAYS worked. She had computers with Google Maps and 'How to..." Guides. She jad weapons and fast food joints. She had girls and TV.
Stripped of all that, Kay was no longer the mountainous psycho nerd. She was but a terrified child, unable to cope with the fact that punching someone's gut wouldn't get her what she wanted.
Stripped of her comfort zone, Kay was weak.
((Yah Kay has literally no survival skills. That phone call was to REL, btw))
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Post by AshHavynn on Apr 7, 2008 0:26:44 GMT -5
(Our second character to be completely stripped to the bone is our very own lovely Kay Adams! And 6'2"? She's a bloody 2 inches taller than Seraph! Oh, REL MUST tease her now. At least she isn't all jockish and amazonian like Seraph. ILU Joshy.)
One leg gave, leading the delicate body to nearly drape itself against a tree as the fearful eyes gazed at her cellphone. How Has anyone Reception in this place? No matter. She still had all 3 battery bars, and a struggling 1 reception bar. Perhaps, in a crazy way, she might benefit from keeping this object. The one that used to harbor her worship and constant attention now meerly an emergency device.
A part deep down wished everyone lost might find her number.
But it wasn't Kay she was after. Probably. Wigglesworth just isn't a heroine type. In any case, she'd managed to worm her way into the bus and lift the torch and its batteries-there were only 2 to spare should the 1st 2 die, but she had a pair of half-drained in her CD player that she decided she might as well get. They were somewhere in the tent; she'd thrown them out of her purse. Curious how quickly music became worthless luxuries. This, however, would require returning to the tent. There were probably about 4 hours until the first sunrise, and even through the day REL knew it would be dark and difficult. Might as well weather the dangerous part first.
Now how to mark the path? Slitting trees is too much so a common trick... Arrows! Yes, arrows, pointing backwards in the direction of the Home Site. Perhaps a Bullworth insignia every 10 or 20 trees in case a stranded member finds it. Somewhere in the stash in which her CD player lied, her red and purple lipcolors lie--one of which being her emergency drill team stop-sign red lipstick. Even rain and animal urine wouldn't wash that stuff off. Provisions of food would be in her bag. However.
What should she become injured? Or happen upon an injured mate? Oh, no,. darling. You can't afford to steal that. You're no street urchin. Well, not lately. And then again... You can't afford not to. Let everyone here stay here.
She felt like the only one DOING anything but crying to their lovers or friends. A desperate feeling of disappointment. She jus wasn't the heroine type. But something had to be done.
---------------------------------------------- "Dal~ton!" Lola whined, pushing and screaming and panicking. "Errmummmfgrff... 5 more minutes, baby." She kicked him hard in his pelvic bone. "ARCK!!! God, ok, ok, I'm awake! Jesus, chick, what's the big DEAL?" "Oh, of course, there's no big deal," Constantinos mumbled bitterly. "We're only lost in the middle of the woods starving to DEATH! It's eat or be EATEN!!" "Someone shut him up before I gag him," Dalton said, his tone straddling that fine line between joking and all out-and-out seriousness. "Kay Adams just went and got herself lost. She just went running into the woods all psychotically screaming about potato chips and raccoons!" Lola looked absolutely ill. "That's... No bueno," Dalton said. Lola fell on him for support. "I'm... scared, Dalton." Even in stressful situations, Lombardi found herself falling into a man's arms to solve her problems.
----------------------------------------------- The coast certainly looked clear, at least. REL very carefully parted the tent flaps and snuck in, only sitting on her knees to search for what she needed. "I'll only take a half roll of gauze, some antibiotics, some antidote for snake bites, and her bottle of Benadryl for poison oak and ivy and insect bites... Those lost need it more urgently than those here, but that might leave a bare minimum for emergency," REL thought, intensely concentrating on the goal ahead. She felt so low. It'd been so long. Suddenly, she was back at the border, helping her mother's boyfriend make the crossing. Ahh the day.
She'd almost gotten them both deported, if she weren't so damn good.
But my, if Roxy were to wake up at just precisely the wrong moment... "I am soooo much more than dead," REL thought. She managed to unclip her bag without causing a stir--a feat in her mind, especially after seeing the bright red all-stars and remembering what underclassman had joined the plateau-chested 2 Brit babes. Or perhaps it only seemed loud to her as all her senses were magnified by the shots of adrenaline and the tensity of the situation. She found the extra batteries. She scooped her make-up bag into her purse, planning to keep only what she needed upon escaping into the woods. And now...
Click. The First-Aid kit opened. Not a stir. The gauze. Into the bag. 2 rolls left the Home site. 3 out of 4 oral-dose antibiotics--her reasoning being that there were 6 syringe doses with fresh needles that REL could simply not administer, better left to the physician. Only 2 viles of anti-venom... She might need 2... But if a snake came into the Home Site? Lightly, she only retrieved one, cringing even as she did of how meager the resources were. Now one more item.
Amazing Smith hadn't come to with a sort of prep in-born spidey-sense of one's things being rummaged. The Benadryl. Moreso a luxury item, and there was only one bottle, but those in the forest needed to be pampered more than the lucky whiners here, asleep more comfortably than the stranded might think. Still. Poison oak and ivy were no joke, and few here would be looking for it, while those travelling might unsuspectedly find it. REL didn't much relish the idea of falling ill to the itch, either. Everything so far is smooth...
So she slipped her hands into the medical bag once more, and gingerly placed it in her own, closing the kit and her own purse, and held the torch close to her chest as her resolve faltered at the frightening concept of venturing far beyond safety
For someone else's gain. She turned for the exit, trying to concentrate.
"...Are you really going out there for /him/?" the words almost sent the bronzed brit out of her own skin, much less her mind.
(LAWL LAWL. DOES ROXY KNOW WHAT'S BEEN PILFERED, OR IS SHE LETTING IT SLIDE? WILL THEY TEAM UP, OR END IN A HORRID CATFIGHT? FIND OUT NEXT TIME, WHEN MEMS POSTS!
I can't wait to see how bad things have to get to make ROXY strip to the bone.)
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Post by AshHavynn on Apr 11, 2008 21:06:51 GMT -5
(You know, Mems isn't the only one who can reply right now. Our canon characters need love, too. Don't MAKE me go Jimmy-Gord on your asses.)
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Post by Memai on Apr 13, 2008 2:34:48 GMT -5
(( Haven't been online in a while D: It's been pretty hectic on my side for a while, but I've got a break now, so I'm gonna do some major catching up XD))"...Are you really going out there for /him/?" the words almost sent the bronzed brit out of her own skin, much less her mind.
REL looked at Roxy up and down, certainly not sure what to say in a time like this, but never the less, she kept her calm and said nothing, walking out."Swallow your pride for just a minute, Wigglesworth, I really don't have time to put up with your nonsense." "Put up with it now, girl. It's no business of yours on where I'm going or doing, alright? Besides, why care now?" The blonde girl put on a harder face, staring at the taller girl with an annoyed expression, "Of course it's my business, you're doing away with my medical kit." At this REL played another game, another set of rules, another expression on her face and another tone of voice used, "/They/ need it." 'She can't be serious...' "If that's the case then," the smaller girl got up, dusting off her skirt, "I want to come." "What? Oh no, we can't afford getting YOU lost, after all --" "I can probably do a better job of fixing up those who were hurt. Besides, everyone's doing well here. All they've got are a few cuts and scratches." A decision had to be made. REL wasn't all too inclined on bringing Roxy along, she didn't need dead weight. But the girl did make a good point; she knew a lot more when it comes to fixing people up, and really, there had to be a good reason why she would tag along with REL of ALL people.((Sorry it was so short Xc Brain's kinda lagging these days ))
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Post by elchupacabra on Apr 13, 2008 9:41:34 GMT -5
(Sorry,guys. I should really be posting, but I've been somewhat busy. Later today though, I'll post. If anyone wants to though, feel free to post ahead of me.)
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Post by AshHavynn on Apr 14, 2008 22:13:02 GMT -5
"Roxanne, I'll have you know that I can fend my way through this forest," REL whispered in a low tone. It was a half lie. Or maybe moreso like a 3/4ths lie. Yeah, she'd been in maybe 2 forests in her life, but it was still far more experience than the little pillow babies here had and her will to survive was also more keen. So she was full of shit. She believed every word she said. "I suppose I can't tell you you're not allowed to come along, but are you absolutely certain it's for your best? After all, I'm not here to babysit you, and if you get tired or fall behind, I won't be held responsible. Really, it would be better if I went alone--"
"One more thing," Roxy spat, full force prep toxin of tongue. "/They/ need it??
Or maybe, could it be by CHANCE, MISS REL Lynne Wigglesworth, that HE might need it, and you would go through all the trouble of pilfering my things to get to him, mm? This isn't something REL Wigglesworth would do."
Ouch. That was almost a threat. That was ALMOST an REL-leveled threat. It was unexpected. It was spontaneous. It, despite how it did sting and piss her off, was kinda kick-ass.
"...I'll see if we can't work together. Now we need to leave before De La Hoya wakes up. You wouldn't put him in danger anymore than I would." She sighed as she stepped out of the tent and into the pitch. Roxy followed suit after grabbing her own necessities and blowing Pedro a kiss goodbye as she quietly left him to slumber. "...and I'm not doing this for /him/."
"Whatever makes your heart beat, REL."
</LAME>
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Post by DJKID on Apr 29, 2008 15:40:41 GMT -5
Kay's head quickly rose when the sound of brush rustling came into ear shot. Fear instantly crept all across her body, and she found herself hoping with all her heart that it was just that stupid raccoon come back to taunt her. But... oh God if it wasn't...
ThiswasitthiswasitohmyGodshewasgoingtodie
The sound was rapidly approaching...
NononononoNONONONONONO
Kay actually thought she might have felt a tear threaten her. She clutched her knees closer to her body. And then she remember she was KAY ADAMS. The rough and tough nerd of Bullworth High. She would not DARE go down as some stupid little pushover that screamed for her life at the end. With new burning determination, Kay stood to face her foe, her eye's locked on the twitching brush.
This was it.
She clenched her fists tight, she grit her teeth, she said some mental goodbyes, and then-
She landed in her arms.
Lane Silverberg, reported missing for 48 hours, stared wide-eyed up at the giant of a girl. She was covered in scrapes and bruises, her hair was a mess with her headband doing little to protect her from it, lose strands clung to her face, along with sweat and dirt, and her skirt was torn in some places. This was far from the Lane that Will brought up.
Whereas the pale and frail girl was trembling with fear, Kay thought she was going to cry from relief. It had all felt so surreal for a moment, her caught in this terrible void of mania and then this pretty little girl just falls into her arms from nowhere.
It was so horrible she should've seen it coming!
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Apr 29, 2008 16:23:25 GMT -5
Kay's knees almost buckled. She almost stumbled. But now things were different. There was a HUMAN here. Kay's neurons weren't connecting properly, so she said the first thing that seemed logical at the time. "You're filthy!" She spluttered, trying to regain some of her nerd knowledge. The small girl shook violently, her breath in short, gutteral gasps and her hands clenched around Kay's forearms so hard it was sort of actually hurting. "Uh..." The girl chocked out. Kay's brain started working finally. As if someone had given her a mental slap. "Look, do you know a way out of this place?" She asked rapidly, starting to feel her stomach churn again. The girl swallowed with great difficulty and shook her head. "Oh... gee, you're helpful. What's your name?" Kay pressed, rolling her eyes. The girl seemed unable to form whole words, her eyes were wide and searching, wild all over the small clearing. She began to tug at Kay fiercly, trying to pull her further away from the direction she'd just come in. "Hey, you ain't from Bullworth..." Kay began, slowly. "Who ARE you?" She stumbled along side the small girl, wondering if she was taking her anywhere there might be food... ((Dang, i promise i'll be more confident with her in the next post, DJ ))
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Post by DJKID on Apr 29, 2008 17:35:20 GMT -5
Lane made no effort to reply, right now she was focused on getting as far away from HIM as possible.
"It's not safe here..." She managed to choke. As the smaller girl continued trying to drag Kay, Kay instantly picked up that something was wrong here. Very, very wrong. Kay gripped Lane's shoulders, which took much more effort than it should have, and looked her in the face.
"What do you mean it's not safe? Of course it's not safe, we're out in the middle of nowhere! Who ARE YOU? What in the hell are you doing out here to begin with?!"
For some inexplicable reason, Lane found comfort in Kay's confusion. Perhaps the fact that she had stumbled into completely unfamiliar territory, filled with completely unfamiliar faces who knew nothing of her, contributed to the construction of the beautiful wall of denial she was forming. Yes, she was safe here. In all honesty, she had no idea how long she had been running, fueled purely by her dementia and blinding fear. Now that she had finally stopped and had a chance to catch her breath, she allowed herself to relax and become nearly limp in Kay's grasp. Her body was struggling to keep up with her demands, and the sudden flood of weakness caused her to tremble even worse than before. Catching her breath, Lane closed her eyes and forced herself to focus on the reality of the situation. The small girl was now far away from Bastion Cliff and all the horrors she had left there, and the present featured a female she had never seen before demanding to know who she was. Not what she had done.
And she felt safe.
And the dementia melted away.
And she hammered the final nail in her glorious wall of denial.
"My name is Lane and I am from Bastion Cliff." She opened her eyes and found herself looking very far up to meet Kay's gaze, "I am from Bastion Cliff, I actually ran all this way... as you can no doubt tell from my current state." She smiled almost drunkenly, the effects of playing the dangerous game of ignorance taking over, and held up her tattered skirt, "I do not normally look this ghastly I assure you. I just... I landed in some trouble." Lane clung hard to her calm composure. Kay sighed, relived to learn this wasn't some crazy psycho come to eat her brains. Just some girl who probably get herself mixed up in some serious gang shit. Yeah, just some chick with too much emotional baggage running for her life. Felt like home.
Whoa wait.
She RAN all the way from a city?!
Holly hell they must be closer to civilization than they thought!
In that moment Kay felt herself regaining a stronger and stronger hold of herself. There was a way out! There was! She shook Lane's shoulders, almost harder than she meant to due to her excitement, "Where?!" She demanded, a smile that could almost be described as insane spreading across her face, "Which way is it back to the city?!"
Lane stopped smiling and Kay's heart sank. Shit shit shit. The black haired girl shook her filthy face, "I don't remember. I was just running, running as fast as I could. I haven't been in the town for at least two days now." Kay thought she was going to cry again. Great. Just. Great. They could still be close though.
God, she hoped they were still close.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Apr 30, 2008 11:26:03 GMT -5
Her brain over clocked.
"Let's go. You have no idea how long i've been stuck in this stinky woods with no food, no water, no shelter and a stupid racoon stole my freaking potato chips!" She ranted nonsensically. Lane just looked a little confused.
"How on earth did you end up out here?"
"Bus crash." Kay replied hurriedly, pressing on through the woods in a random direction. "Now, since you don't have ANY idea which direction civilisation is, we're just gonna try and wander our way out,"
"If we just go straight, we should-"
"Hell no. Haven't you ever seen The Blair Witch Project? Forests fuck with your internel compass," Kay grunted, looking around for any familiarity. An ounce of sanity. Please?
She eyed Lane suspiciously. She surely wasn't human. Running from a city? Looking like a wild-eyed psycho? Pale, dirty and torn? What-the-hell? Mind you, she seemed frail and harmless... mind you, the same could be said about a kitten or REL...
Well at least i'm still a few feet taller than the little psycho girl...
"Did you hear that...?" Lane asked suddenly. Kay raised an eyebrow. The girl shook her head. "Never mind," She breathed. The hairs on the back of Kay's neck prickled a little as they continued to walk into the unknown abyss. Roll on the sunrise...
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Post by Memai on May 6, 2008 10:19:59 GMT -5
"Ouch!" "Don't complain, Smith, you're the one who wanted to come along," REL sniffed haughtily, "Deal with it." Roxy grumbled something horrible under her breath, but pressed on all the same. She was tired of waiting, tired of having to play the damsel in distress, for once in her life she actually wanted to be assertive. Besides, Peanut and the others couldn't possibly find their way back on their own, at least not without some sort of clue or hint where the Home Site was.
So for the past few hours, the two Brits were walking about, leaving marks on the trees with REL's lipstick, the colour so bright it practically glowed in the approaching daylight. The taller, tanner girl took the lead, seeing as she spent a considerable amount of time out in the woods. While Roxy carried her medical supplies, occassionally stopping to look back, making sure she could still see the markings they left."How are we going to find them, anyway? It's not like they told us where they were *exactly*. This forests much too huge." The blonde girl asked looking tired and worn out, but the glint in her eyes showed nothing less than fiery determination to get her friends back.
REL gave a thoughtful tap to the chin, walking through bushes and branches, "The smarter half would look for a river. If they don't find the Home Site, then following the river might at least lead them to some sort of civilization," so their bearings were set, both of them looking for a river and any possible signs of life, "Besides, these forest people like to make tacky tourist traps out of a waterfall." "Mmph." -- The morning sunshine wasn't something Peanut particularly enjoyed, even with his eyes shut, he could feel the light seeping through his lids, and he eventually got up, with a very indifferent looking Robbie staring down at the boy, arms crossed and speaking in a calm voice, "'Morning."
The greaser scrambled up to his feet, messing up his own hair in frustration, "So it WASN'T a dream," he kicked the ground angrily, "God, what'd I do ta deserve this shit."
"Being impudent," was the scathing answer, Robbie looking a bit too smug with that comment, "We better head out, we have to utilize as much daylight we can."
"Fuck it all, this is hopeless, what're the chances of ANYONE finding us out here in the middle of this forest?! I mean, who goes around looking for stranded kids and shit on a Saturday?! DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WE'RE--"
"SHHHH!" Kirby hissed, "I heard something over there," he pointed over to the taller, unwieldy looking set of bushes and brambles, shaking and rustling like an animal was caught it in. Just as he was about to walk over and inspect it, a huge, white metal box with a red cross printed right smack in the center of it, landed merely inches away from his sore toes.
"What the fuck?"
(( Did they find each other? Will they stick around to find out? Or will the boys run off? ))
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Post by AshHavynn on May 7, 2008 15:24:36 GMT -5
(Posting.)
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Post by Memai on Jul 17, 2008 11:55:25 GMT -5
(( It's been a while >_>; ))
"What the fuck?"
The boys stared at the box in curiousity, not sure whether to stand their ground or get ready to make a run for it. Robbie, of course, the self-proclaimed leader of the small group, head out first, only to turn back a little while later, exasperated at his group.
"Hey, we have to find a-- what is that?"
"I think it's a--"
"PEANUT!" Suddenly, out from the bushes, leapt a short little creature with a wide grin and tearing blue eyes. Bringing the greaser down in a giant hug, rained on by kisses and words of thanks to some higher being.
"Nightingale?! Nightingale, you're okay!" The greaser couldn't be any more happier, here was his girl safe and sound, albeit she was scratched up, but she was fine. "Oh god, I thought something bad happened ta ya."
"No, no I'm fine," she sniffed, "C'mon, I'll patch you guys up, after that we can head back."
"Baby, we can't head back, we're lost!" He noticed she was shaking, face red and body feeling limp, he was thankful that she was alright, after all, she wasn't something he would call a survivor, and really she was just a crybaby, everything scared her. He hoped that she had the right mind go back and rest up. She had no place in trying to play hero, her every attempt either had her hurt or mortified.
"Not quite." REL came out, bags slung over her shoulders full of the things that could come useful in a time like this, "We left markings to the home site, you should be able to find your way back."
It was a rare moment, when Romano flashed a small smile and a nod of thanks. Usually he would ignore her, writing her off as trash and certainly a girl he could care less about. But little by little, there was only so much will these city kids could hold onto when they're left without all they've depended on and stranded in sudden alien circumstances.
Who wouldn't be terrified if they found themselves in the middle of a forest, lost, hurt and unsure where to head out to?
"Lead the way." A demand from Robbie, but not in a demanding voice, he could only become so much of an authority figure after he wasted so much breath and energy.
Besides, he was tired.
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 18, 2008 15:02:08 GMT -5
(I feel like making REL's bitchery act up again. And I honestly forgot I hadn't posted.)
"Follow the markings home, yourself. Roxanne, you found your little loverboy or whatever. What other business do you have here? I'll bet you can still get back by afternoon.
Look.
They weren't even THAT lost." Nose stuck in the air, she continued to walk past the group, stopping only to fill a flask she'd made of a pair of expensive snake-skin boots with water from the stream.
You might not be desperate enough to drink out of a shoe, but it's a smart thing to do after washing it out. And smart is in, this season, on this episode of Survivor: Bullworth.
"Umm... REL?" Roxy wouldn't let it go.
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