Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 15:33:04 GMT -5
Posting as Patricia with my normal account for now until she has an alter.
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[attr="class","congrats"] Patricia Willows Open | 734 | feel free to join notes "Get up you disgusting little worm! GET UP!" Patricia's body jolted upwards as her eyes opened, only calming when she heard the tap of one of the sticks splinting her arm as it touched the ground. Looking around and seeing the increasingly familiar surroundings of one of the island's caves started to slow her heavy breathing and brought her mind back into it's normal gear. Only then could she distinguish that what she had seen before waking up only existed in her mind now. Unfortunately such nightmares had increased lately after being sick. That time had been the worst spent on the island as the days saw her literally shaking from the visions of both her mother and father that the sickness had brought on in it's most severe times. "Don't be pathetic," the teenager scolded herself, "it was just a nightmare." She lay there on the ground of the cave for a minute, not bothering to do anything. Just for that moment the world around her was unimportant as she was still, collecting her thoughts. When she finally dared to make a move the teenager brought herself to her feet before packing up her sleeping bag and putting it into the backpack that was carrying her few possessions. Now the first move had been made the rest of her daily morning routine was performed with increasing speed. It was a short routine since Patricia had quickly developed a habit of sleeping in whatever was being worn at the time so she rarely switched between the three sets of clothes in her possession. Using her fingers to force her hair into a more presentable fashion the 16 year old put on her slightly torn jacked before throwing her backpack onto her shoulders. She took a walk around the cave to double check that nothing would be left behind before she left the rocky shelter and was soon deep into the surrounding area of grass and trees. She knew where to go that day. It was somewhere that had helped calm her lately when the nightmares struck. It reminded her that she was free. It wasn't a particularly long journey. Coming out of the cave area there was a short trek through the jungle, during which the 16 year old stopped to pick up a handful of berries from a tree that some of the others frequented to get food. There wasn't that many left so she made sure not to take many as to leave enough for others. After all she was used to living on less food than most. The rest of the journey was taken at a fast enough pace to make it finish rather quickly and she soon heard the familiar gush of water that signaled to her that the lagoon was close by. This only encouraged her, feet picking up the pace to help reach the lagoon within only a couple of minutes. Once there the female didn't stop until she was at the water's edge. Her body adopted a crouching position beside the water so that her hand could easily reach in. Moving her hand in the water and watching the ripples was a mesmerizing routine, one that she repeated many times before drawing her hand away and shuffling a step away from the clear substance. Realizing that she hadn't eaten yet that day the teenager took a few of the berries that had been gathered on the way and started to eat them one at a time, savoring the flavor explosion each berry created. Patricia ate just under half of the gathered fruit, wanting to save some for later and spread what was obtainable across as much time as possible. The group were coming up with food sources but after thinking it might have been the monkeys that caused all the sickness she was a little hesitant to try any of their other ideas. Putting the rest of the berries in an old crisp packet from her backpack the 16 year old drew closer to the water once more. Looking down she catches sight of her reflection and reaches a shaky hand out to it. Watching the face in the water distort tricks her eyes and in that moment she saw herself not as she was at the time but several years younger. Drawing back with a start she ended up about a metre away from the edge. |
and when it's cold and bleak
I feel no fear
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