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Post by sammikay on Oct 7, 2015 20:22:55 GMT -5
"What can I get you to drink?" she asked, all done up in her pencil skirt and white button up, the top two buttons undone. "Jack...and Coke," he answered, appraising Lori as he adjusted in the seat. "Sure thing, that's $3.42," she answered, pouring the jack on to the ice and then blanketing that in coke. As she turned and handed him the drink, he handed her a ten. "And keep the change, sweetheart," he cooed, smirking at her with stuck-up masculinity as she took it and placed it down her shirt with a wink. Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell to the floor, grabbing for the cart. The overhead bins snapped open, luggage falling onto people. And, Lori screamed just as a very large suitcase came tumbling down onto her.
She woke with a start, sitting straight up. She was breathing hard, sweat pouring down her face. The fire that she was cuddled by was very low, the embers barely alive now. She pulled her legs close to her, unsure if the shivering came from her dream or just from how damn cold she was. She looked to her side and noticed Zach closely tucked to her. He must have returned from his leadership duties after she had already fallen asleep, because she did not remember him being there when she had laid down next to the fire.
She stood up, moving very quietly in hopes of not waking him. Maybe he was already awake and was just pretending to sleep. She wouldn't put it past him, but as of right now, she was unsure. Her heart was still racing in her chest, and she quietly reached down to a jacket that she had acquired while in the caves from a woman who had two of them. She pulled the jacket on and walked towards the mouth of the cave where the hurricane was still hitting the island. She wondered how long hurricanes typically continued for. She honestly had no idea.
She sat at the lip of the cave and took her shoes off, sitting on a dry spot and then stretching her legs out so that her feet was being washed by the rain. After a few long moments, she removed her jacket and just stood in her tank top and underwear, completely outside of the cave and allowing the water to pour down onto her. After being on the island for a week without any water touching her, this downpour felt like a religious experience, washing away the sand, the dirt, the headache from her withdraw. She sighed, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to wash it as the cold downpour continued. As good as the makeshift shower felt, the rain was still cold and caused her flesh to raise in goosebumps. Although, she didn't seem to care as she stood running her hands over her hair and her wounded arms in an attempt to wash everything away.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 8, 2015 23:14:29 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zach had not in fact been able to sleep.
The thought of it might have been a welcome one, but there was too much going on. First and foremost, he was mistrustful of Logan and stubbornly wanting to keep an eye on the going-ons. Part of him wasn't even sure if he would be targeted by him for the way things played out. Was Logan the type to kill? And as he lay there in silence, time ticking away slowly, he contemplated what kind of person he had become, too.
He found something akin to refuge in Lori. Mostly though it was adding to his frustrations to be cuddled so close to her shivering body. They had one night together and it wasn't enough. The fire had been lit. He was not made of stone, after all. Shame the hurricane arrived when it did. He might've considered disappearing for a bit longer than half a day.
After a while, when almost everyone seemed to fall asleep in the shadows of the cave, Zach let himself close his eyes. Just minutes later, he felt the tremors of Lori's dreaming body and cuddled closer into her. He did not stir when she suddenly startled awake and afterward ventured away from him.
His tired eyes watched her form slipping away. He had thought maybe she needed something, like a pee break, but obviously not as she crept further and further out of his line of sight. What was she up to? Could be dangerous. There was danger all around, inside and outside the cave.
Protective instinct kicking in, he lifted himself off the ground and wandered quietly towards her direction. He let his mind daydream about how good it felt to be with her. But since he wasn't made of stone, it was confusing, too. He didn't know what he wanted indefinitely and yet the choices he'd made would always be close by with her around.
Standing just barely under dry cover, splashes of rain caught the tip of his nose as he watched Lori bathing herself in the skyfall. He looked lost in the moment, falling into thoughts so deep that he forgot to be on the alert for anyone following them.
She was beautiful even without alcohol to jump start him and he was happy just to watch her where he was.
Lori could prove to be his newest addiction. Some things were even better than a good buzz.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 9, 2015 9:45:31 GMT -5
Lori for the second time in 24 hours was able to just forget about the crash for a while. It seemed to be in her nature to want to repress this bad experience, and for the first time she allowed herself to think of home. She ran her long fingers along her arms, outlining a rose that was tattooed on her arm for her father. She wondered what he was thinking about the crash. It had to have been in the news, right? Who knew? She stopped running her finger along the rose and the gently touched one of the open gashes on her forearm. She couldn't remember the crash for more than what had happened with that suitcase.
Some people had been talking about the crash. She had heard them around the fire last night as she was braiding a girl's hair. Lori thought that maybe that was a way people were dealing with what happened. They talked about the screams they heard, the fire they felt, the fear that coursed through their bodies. People had so many more memories about what had happened to them all, and here Lori sat, only remembering a suitcase falling on her and then waking up on the island with the biggest hangover headache she had ever had. Lori gently ran her fingers over the wounds, attempting to clean them out. They were angry red, large gashes puffed up along the edges and a few sections even turning a gross white color. She scrunched up her face and bit down on her lip as she continued the process of trying to clean these wounds out. She didn't know what she was going to do about them;they were only getting worse.
She sighed softly, glad that the cold water had washed over her. Her long hair stuck to her back and shoulders, and the little clothing she wore clung to her as she turned out of the rain to go back to the caves. She would need to dry off before she laid back down with Zach. But, as she turned and got closer to the mouth of the cave, she saw him standing there. She smiled softly, a little embarrassed that he caught her in this moment. She had been sure everyone was asleep. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" she whispered, moving to him and squeezing the water from her hair now that she was out of the rain.
She looked at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and just the general tired expression he had on his face. This leading was getting the best of him. Everyone around was demanding so much from him, even with the new fish guy around. She thought back to their night together and wondered just how many moments he took for himself instead of for the best of the group. Lori stepped closer to him now that she wasn't dripping, but she was still soaked to the bones. The makeshift shower had been the second best idea she had on this island.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 9, 2015 12:50:11 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Did she seem embarrassed that he was there? He really couldn't tell in that moment. He was a coil of negativity and it took away some of his usual perceptive nosiness.
He pondered on how little he knew of this woman, and what he did know was in a league beyond his comfort zone - even despite their one known similarity. She had stuck up for him in the caves, though, hadn't she? At least, that's what it seemed like. But the night before, he still remembered the way she talked of preferring to live life using men when she felt like it. The thought of seeing her with someone else tonight, tomorrow, anytime was uncomfortable because it was foreign.
Foreign. Right. That's all it was.
He gave her a tired look and studied her face, turning his attention outwardly instead of inward. She was studying his face, too, and he wondered what he looked like to her. Mirrors were taken for granted, much like showers. And razors. His scratchy face was getting itchy. What he wouldn't do for a shower. She had a smart idea. The hurricane seemed to have passed them by now anyway. The rain was just the stuff following it.
"Shouldn't you be?" he shot back with a shrug, instead the other option of rambling on with a list of why he was awake. "Someone could see you here. Does the sexy not have an on or off-switch?"
Light humor he still would've used even if last night hadn't happened.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 10, 2015 12:40:26 GMT -5
She had been looking at his face, noticing the scruff along his jaw and the dark circles that were only getting more pronounced with each hour she saw him. Before she realized what she was doing, her arm reached forward and she ran the tips of her fingers along his jaw and then gently beneath his eyes where the bags had formed. In that moment, she realized what she had done and retracted her arm, quickly looking away from him. This wasn't her. She wasn't tender.
She chuckled when he turned the question back on her. She probably should be sleeping, but the dreams were killing her and she was having the hardest time dealing with them. She looked back at him before carefully crossing her arms back over her chest for protection. From what, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was herself, maybe it was from the pain that she was feeling, or any number of assaults from this island. She shrugged her shoulders. "That wouldn't be any fun if I wasn't sexy all the time," she teased back lightly, a quick shiver running up her spine as the two of them stood there quietly, looking out into the rain.
She wondered what would become of the two of them when this was all over. Would she just have a story for her friends? Would they make it back at all? It had been more than a week now and there wasn't even a sight of any kind of rescue coming their way. She looked up at him, studying him for a long moment. "Tell me about your brother," she said to him rather forcefully, holding his stare for a long moment. She had realized how little she knew of him. She wouldn't have that great of a story to tell to her friends if they did return. She could imagine it now, her standing there at the bar with a Long Island in her manicured hand, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh yeah, I hooked up with this super rugged, sexy guy that was the leader of all of us. Where did he grow up? Oh, I don't know. What did he like to do? Drink, I think," she heard in her little day dream.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 10, 2015 15:24:06 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
The air seemed to still as Lori reached up to his face and trailed soft fingers over his features. Zach remained quiet as his dark eyes blinked and lingered on her lips. He didn't stop her, and the suddenness of it gave him goosebumps. It was a little help for calming him, allowing his mind to clear of excess thoughts. His mind turned mostly to her and this moment.
He felt unsure of what to say, when she quickly seemed to catch herself and pull the hand away.
He would note her retraction, his piercing gaze watching her more closely now as she offered a chuckle for his lame joke. What had she thought about that made her feel she couldn't touch him without censor? As he let himself get carried away, he shifted his weight and leaned against the stone wall behind him. His heart wasn't calming down after that, and he felt that familiar rush of blood moving down to lower members of his body.
Her arms weren't looking too good. They didn't seem any better from yesterday, when they first met. He felt his heart skip a few beats as he remembered all the alcohol was gone now and it because he was a selfish ass. The situation may become mortally life-altering for them both if she took a turn for the worst. Anxiety crippled his momentary pleasures and made him feel weak as he tried to force a smile for her.
He let the silence pass in peace as they both stared at the rain. He was at a loss for words, feeling overwhelmed by an odd helplessness that he had not been feeling before Lori had stepped out of the cave. Then, she asked a question that made things a lot worse.
He stood straight again, his eyes furrowing as he frowned. He had forgotten he mentioned Joey, very briefly, yesterday. It was unexpected to all of a sudden have her ask personal questions. Especially this one. He'd done a lot of things to keep from having to remember the day of the crash. He had lost it that day.
As he fumbled for words, his eyes glazed over with memories of his little brother. How should he describe him now? A dead kid who remained a thorn in his side. He sighed and bit his lip, wrestling with uncharacteristic lack of confidence. It wasn't in his nature to be open to strangers. Despite that brief feeling of connection when he stumbled upon Lori yesterday, that's all she was right now. A stranger. And that's why she was asking about his brother.
"Mm, well... I took him with me on the plane for a hunting trip. Just the two of us. He was thirteen." So yeah. I killed him.. The unspoken feelings were pretty obvious in his demeanor. His tone of voice. He had tried staying far away from remembering the days he'd come up with this trip idea. The chats he'd had with their parents about it. It was meant to be a trip for brotherly bonding. Joey was a troubled kid. Already in more trouble than Zach had gotten caught in as a boy.
"He was my mini-me. Nicer than me, actually. Smarter. Made friends easier. But he was... Having some hard times. I reached out. Now he's gone."
With a shrug, he looked up at Lori and didn't know what else to say. The pain was sharp and it always would be. From day one, it was a terror he'd been running from and the greatest inspiration for the way he'd been stepping up to help everyone. In a way he wondered if it was like losing a son. Joey was so much younger than him and Zachary always loved him dearly. He'd made it a point to stay close as they both got older. It wasn't like having a sibling born a year or two apart from you. Zach had changed the kid's diapers and taught him how to use guns.
He refrained from continuing his thoughts out loud. No need to be a drama queen, right? He'd already let loose drama on Logan and part of him regretted it.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 10, 2015 18:44:05 GMT -5
She shivered, the cold air mixing with the uncomfortable feeling of actually being nice to a man. She didn't expect anything of Zach. Looking at him now, she was just happy that the two had the one night together. She could tick that off on her things to get done, but for some reason, she wasn't feeling as great as she usually did when she accomplished something. She bit down on her lip and looked away from him, shivering once more when the wind blew by them. The rain would soon stop, for which she was thankful for, and reality would sink back in. She wondered briefly what the next course of action would be now that they had all survived something as scary as a hurricane together.
Her gaze fell onto him, and she wondered what he saw with her. He had seemed disgusted by her past actions, which put a small damper on things. But, as she had touched him, she had noticed a change in his body that could only be registered as attraction. So, despite his mind saying that she was inappropriate, his body responded very clearly to her. What would that mean for the two of them on this island? She looked away from him then, wishing for a cigarette as she contemplated what life would be like now. She was so used to everything as it had been before, and now she was just expected to deal with this change. She just wanted to roll into a ball and drink herself to a coma.
She allowed the silence after her question stretch on for what seemed like eternity. She wasn't sure what had caused her to ask that question, but it had just poured out of her, unable to be contained by her better judgement, which arguably did not exist. She glanced at him, but then quickly turned her face to look down at her gashes. They were angry red, and soon she would start to notice that her head would ache with a fever.
She did turn his way when he finally indulged her in stories of his brother. Thirteen, could you believe it? She looked back down at her arms when she thought about this. She was alive, yet this young boy who needed help from his older brother was taken away. Which was better: dying or living on this island? Right now, she wasn't sure. Her wet hair fell in curtains on the side of her face as she stared at her arms, trying to digest this. His brother had been on that plane, and he was gone. She was an only child, unable to relate to the sibling tie, but she could still sympathized. Most people in that moment would have offered their condolences, said sorry, or hugged him. But, instead, Lori left his side. Her feet padded across the cave floor, the very soft sound echoing around the silence.
Leaving him to stand by the mouth of the cave, she went to her bag and fished out the bottle of gin that she had kept for herself after their drunken night together. She looked down at her arms, touched her feverish forehead with the back of her hand, and then dropped her bag and returned to Zach. She wondered what he had thought about as she left his side. She looked at him, grabbed his hand, and then uncurled his fingers. The entire time her gaze did not waver as she gently placed the bottle into his hand and curled his fingers with her own, not allowing his head to be released from her own grip.
"I can't offer much, but this is what I can give," she said after a very quiet moment between the two of them. "I don't have any siblings, or best friends really, so I have no idea what it is like to have this happen to you," she began, finally releasing his hand as she curled her arms back around her, glad that some of the water had dried up from her clothes. "I know you've been doing a lot around here, and I do think you should be a little selfish from now and then," she added, rubbing her forehead. "Do what makes you happy, and who gives a fuck about anyone else," she finished, turning her eyes to look up at him as she stood there in her underwear and tank top, still soaked with a mop of hair falling to the middle of her back.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 10, 2015 21:16:40 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Talking about it wasn't easy, but he was surprised that he wasn't crying, or feeling angry, or just anything other than what he was right now. A numb lump on a log. Joey was dead, and he needed to get over it. That was all he could think about. Get it over, and work on keeping these things in order. Work on making a new life.
Could he ever be happy again? What was happiness before the plane crash? Right now, happiness was a deliciously cooked fished washed down with coconut milk. Also, Lori's body pressed tightly against his; that was damn delicious. As sloshed as he was, he knew it made him feel human and happy again. He would not forget last night so easily. Just the thought of it did bring back some classic male response; in that moment before she walked away, he let his eyes rove over her almost-naked form. A tank top that clung to her breasts and a pair of cute undies. Maybe soon he could drown in her again. Without alcohol, he would take his time with her. Waste away a day, maybe.
And then, she said nothing. Just walked away from him. Confusion and a bit of a bitter sting made him grit his teeth and look down to the ground. What had he done wrong? Maybe she regretted last night? Had he misunderstood her that badly?
But, when he forced himself to turn and watch her form walking away, he saw that she had a purpose in mind. Also, her butt was a nice distraction. She came back to him quickly, and the disappointment was gone. She was then prying open his hand to give him a gift. One that made him hurt a little more than usual.
His expression was a little dark and pained as he watched her face. She explained her intentions. It was a gift to help his pain. He wondered about the way she spoke of not being able to understand what he was going through. It lead him to wonder; what would happen if he died suddenly? Would anyone miss him? Her especially; she was the only person he felt he'd actually connected with. He tried with Nix, but that girl was about as troubled and stubborn as he was.
Looking at the drink, he considered what to do with it. The best option for him was to drink it. Now. Drink it and be done with the stuff forever. God and Lori knew he needed every drop. It was part of what kept him up at night. The shivers, the anger, the self-critical point of view he had, all of it he blamed on his desire to sit down with a cold beer and de-stress. But, as he looked to Lori's face, glancing down at her arms while listening to her lecture about being more selfish, he couldn't help but smile at her.
"You're trying to make me sound like some token good guy. I don't know about that. In reality, I think everything I've done up to this point was for selfish reasons," he admitted with great sincerity. Sure, he wasn't...a bad guy. He actually had the balls to stick up for others. At times, a real desire for it. But he couldn't say he was some saintly leader figure who would do anything for anyone. He remembered how he'd left behind a really upset young woman - Nix - in the Lagoon, simply out of a self-righteous stubbornness. He hadn't seen her since. Was she okay, or had he killed her?
He started unscrewing the cap on the mini Gin bottle. He kept a small smile on his face. "I did you because it made me happy. So that's a start," he murmured, eyes narrowing. "I want to do you again sometime. See, I'm pretty selfish. I guess...I'll take your advice. I'll do what I want, no matter what happens."
He grabbed gently at one of her arms, and, mouth removing the cap, he swiftly and quickly poured the alcohol on the wounds he could see. He knew it was going to hurt her like hell, and, maybe she'd be really, really pissed. He was okay with that. He decided his one desire now was to see her out-live himself.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 10, 2015 22:03:05 GMT -5
Watching his face confused her. He almost seemed hurt by her. Was she causing him pain? She thought about the action of handing him the bottle, and how that may be perceived. He was an addict, just like her. And, while she yearned for it, desired it more than anything, he might be trying to get over it. Maybe he struggled with wanting to accept the alcohol when he had a chance to get over it. Addictions could drive your entire life, and Lori had willingly signed up for that when she had been corrupted as a young teenage to drink and smoke cigarettes. Maybe Zach hadn't really chosen the addiction as she had.
She enjoyed his smile, happy to see that on a night were she needed a little extra happiness. She had caused him pain when asking about his brother, but she felt like she knew more about the person he was, even if she only knew a very limited amount. The fact that he had been willing to share meant more than what he actually shared to her. Who was she becoming? Maybe self-consciously she realized that she didn't have the ability to avoid Zach on the island like she could with men that she hooked up with back when reality didn't include fighting for survival. Therefor, maybe she knew she couldn't be her typical fuck and duck (out) type of girl with him. Whatever it was, she was happy that he was now smiling at her instead of holding the pained expression he had moments before.
She toyed with the idea that everything he had done up to this point was selfish. "You pulled me out of a dark place without knowing I'd have sex with you," she whispered, glancing back at the bodies that were huddled around the fire in a quiet slumber. She wouldn't play with the idea that he had been entirely selfish this whole time. If anyone had been selfish, it had been her. She had walked away from people who needed help, just to cry and wallow in herself.
She widened her eyes when he mentioned having sex with her last night and then wanted to have sex with her again. If she had any say, she'd strip down completely instead of standing there in a drying tank top and panties and indulge him again right then. And, she thought she was about to get her wish when he grabbed her arm after saying he'd do what he wanted to.
She had almost forgotten about the gin when she had been focused on her bodily desires, but returned his soft smile when he removed the cap. They'd get to enjoy the last bottle together before enjoying the rest of the quiet night too. But, instead of spitting the cap out and then taking a drink, he did the worse thing imaginable with her last bottle of her favorite alcohol.
The screams could probably be heard around the entirety of the island. Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, and her knees buckled, dropping her weight down just as she had fallen when the plane had begun it's crash. Only, this time instead of a suitcase falling down on her, she had the most painful burning sensation rip through her arms. She tried to stop the screams, to pull her arms away from him, but he had been smart and held her tightly. She whimpered, these cries much different than the ones that he had found her in yesterday.
Maybe, if she had been prepared she wouldn't have screamed so loudly, but she honestly couldn't help it. Here she had thought that she was going to be indulging in his sleek body, but had been sorely mistaken. "What the fuck, Zach," she screeched, arms shaking violently from the alcohol burning her flesh. Her face was sweating profusely, tears rolling down her face from the pain.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 12, 2015 14:03:36 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
She said he'd helped pull her out of a dark place. Thinking back, Zach agreed that, when he first walked up to and saw her broken spirit, he didn't even imagine they'd actually be friends. He just felt like he was looking at himself; the side of him he didn't know how to release. It was like he stumbled upon her while she let out everything that was inside of him at the time. It wasn't until they talked for a while that he knew he was going to have her for the night. A consequence of the alcohol, surely.
When he'd done this medical procedure to himself, he did it alone. His wound wasn't as badly infected, not like hers already were. He had found a quiet place with privacy and moaned for a few minutes in agony that was more than just physical pain.
The moment he had seen that she'd save a bottle of alcohol, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Things suddenly felt right again. He'd known what he was going to do before she had finished her speech. Sometimes the consequences of an action were of no bother to Zach. He just did what he thought was right and moved on from there.
He hadn't ever had to do something like this, though. He'd watched a couple of people suffer and die in the wreckage, but this was something much more personal. Her screams actually shocked him to the core even though he'd tried to ready himself. He gripped her tightly and let her voice her suffering. He thought of the others just inside the cave and knew that they would be on top of them in any moment, curious as to what he'd done to her. He tossed the empty gin bottle as far as he could into the rainy jungle beyond so no one would know they had it.
She cursed at him and he bit the inside of his lip. It didn't disturb him. There was nothing to be said. He'd probably just saved her life and that was more than enough for him. He expected her anger, but it wasn't in his nature to apologize for what he'd just done. It wasn't usually in his nature to be comforting, either, but he spontaneously pulled her trembling body into his in an attempt to help her. Even then, he thought it would be the last time he'd get to do it.
"Just stay alive," was all he could think to tell her, as murmurs of people sounded in the background.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 12, 2015 19:42:41 GMT -5
The fire was much more than she expected. She wanted to dunk her arms into a vat of water, but the only thing she had was the rain. She felt little comfort when he pulled her into him, and she actually fought back, unable to hold it in. She wanted nothing to do with him with the pain radiating in her arms. Tears cut the dirt on her face as she pushed him away from her despite his murmur of staying alive. Her flesh was melting off, and all she wanted was to cut her arms off to stop the pain. This compared to nothing she had ever felt before.
After pushing him, rather violently away, she fell to her knees at the lip of the cave where the water ran down in a nice stream and thrusted her arms into it. She bit hard on her lip, tasting the metallic of the blood run over her tongue. She had graduated from screams to whimpers, but she could do nothing else for her arms. She watched as the water ran over them, imagining her flesh running off in the water.
What the hell had he been thinking? She could imagine using some of the gin to rub down her arms, but there he had poured the entire bottle down her arms. She could have imagined a much better outcome to that bottle of gin, but now all she could imagine was hitting Zach upside the head with the bottle. She had been so busy screaming that she hadn't even noticed him throw the bottle away from the two of them.
He had told her to just stay alive. Was that all he wanted? Was that what he meant when he'd get what he wanted? All he desired was for her to stay alive, and that said something more than just drinking the gin that she had offered to him. She would have been able to see the kindness in this action if it weren't for the pain that still coursed through her veins. She could feel her heartbeat in her arms, and all she could do was cast Zach a shitty look as she wished for her arms to just fall off so that she wouldn't feel this burning sensation any longer. "What the hell were you thinking!?" she demanded, knowing that he ultimately wanted to help her, but the pain was really talking.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 13, 2015 11:52:16 GMT -5
The screams just outside of the cave had actually terrified everybody inside. There wasn't one person who wasn't awake now, it seemed. Many were paralyzed with fear, and sat in silence, staring outside with tired eyes. Raion, heart throbbing loudly, sat in his little nest and tried to get a hold of himself. Nobody moved. But somebody had to check and now. He stood up from his resting place and quickly made his way to the entrance. What he saw confused him. Zach was out here, and with a woman about their age. It was the same girl that had stood up with Zach against Logan and Taya. Right now, she was just a shell of the girl from before. She was crying and looking so pained, Raion actually wondered if she was dying. His blood ran cold at the sight of Zachary standing over her, watching and doing nothing to ease her suffering. "What the hell did you do?" he demanded, walking towards Zach with a look of incredulity. "What did you do to her?"He went over to Lori and, hands hovering just above her back, he tried to figure out what exactly was happening. Hey, hey, what's happening? What did he do?"Should he touch her? He had no idea what he could do to help her, and he felt panicked. | if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
She pushed him away, that much wasn't surprising. He watched her crawl desperately over to the rain, as if it could wash pain away. All he could think was, would the rain wash the alcohol away? Would it still work? But he tried not to think of it. It would work. She would wake up in the morning already feeling better. To her emotional question, he just gave her a dark look and shrugged. "I'm being selfish."
Suddenly, they weren't alone. Raion was the one to come and check on them. Zach was surprised he came alone. Everyone had to be terrified by Lori. She sounded like she was getting murdered. The two men locked eyes as Raion demanded to know what he'd done to her. The guy looked terrified and he almost felt sorry for him. Must be hard to walk out into the middle of something like this and not know the backstory. He was probably wondering if he should kill Zach and if Lori was dying because of something he did.
Zach shrugged again, watching as Raion went to Lori's side in the rainfall, confused about how to help. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, Zach was tired and numb once again. He retreated inside himself. Raion would take care of her. By the look in her eyes, it was probably best if he left her to the others. He'd enjoyed her company, now he had to get used to having one more enemy amongst him.
"Hers arms hurt. She's fine. Just whining a lot," he said, glancing from Lori to Raion. He was trying to be nonchalant about all of it now. The deed was done and there was nothing he could do to make this better for her. Not right now.
As Raion stared daggers at Zach, he turned away from the two of them and started to walk back into the cave. He wasn't sure how Lori was going to react, and every inch of him hated having to walk away with nothing but a sour taste in his mouth, and fresh memories of Joey, too. Had his brother suffered like Lori, and those people he'd sat by as they died? Hopefully the little guy had a quick end. As if taking Lori's advice, he decided that it was okay to be selfish and glad he didn't watch him die.
At least, with Lori, he had the power to change the outcome.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 13, 2015 18:42:25 GMT -5
The pain began to ebb as the water poured over it, but the anger she felt ignited within her. She could feel the person above her, and she spun around, moving back a few steps very quickly. "Get away from me," she growled, hands clenching. With that movement, her arms screamed in pain. How dare Zach say he was being selfish. He was being sadistic! She snatched up her clothes that she had deposited by the mouth of the cave, not caring that the rain had not stopped. It was the end of the storm like Zach had mentioned, and she was ready to get away from all of them.
But as she watched Zach's retreating figure, she yelled out after him. "Yeah, just walk away, Asshole," she snapped, turning on her heel with her clothes in her arm and her shoes dangling from her fingers. She did not even care that the nice guy from earlier was there. She just wanted to get away. First she had to deal with the burning desire of alcohol and cigarettes, and now she sat here with the skin of her arms melting off.
"Yeah, arms are just hurting, what the fuck ever," she growled under her breath, instantly soaked again by the pouring rain. She was sure that her tank top and panties left little to the imagination and it was almost pointless at this time to try and pull on her jacket or shorts. They were soaked as much as she was. After walking several strides away, she pulled her hair back in a braid, attempting to be able to see through the thick rain. After she got out of sight of the cave, namely the sight of Zach, she stopped and sat on a boulder, holding her arms out in front of her.
The skin was red hot, but she noticed that some of the sections that had been covered in sand and dirt were now washed clean. She could still feel the echoes of pain from the gin running down her wounds. She grumbled, rubbing her hands over her eyes. The rain had helped to remove her tears, but she still felt them in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Zach had done that to her. She hadn't even seen it coming. There could have been so many things that they could have done to heal here before throwing her last bottle of alcohol on them.
Her last bottle of alcohol. That didn't really sink in until this moment as she sat on a boulder, the rain pouring down her shoulders. She suddenly became very cold, but she doubted that it came from the cold rain that ran down. She swallowed hard, pulling her legs to her chest and balling up. She had no outlet anymore. And, she had forgotten her very last cigarette in her bag. She hadn't ran in the cave to go retrieve that, so it now laid where her and Zach had been laying not long ago.
She felt like crying again, but the tears had been all used up. Now was the time to pull on her big girl panties. She could forgive Zach for scorching her skin, but she didn't really feel like it. She needed more time to herself.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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