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Post by Bear on Oct 14, 2015 13:37:12 GMT -5
Attie lowered herself to the floor, sitting cross legged in the mouth of the cave. She took a couple of moments to really absorb the sights that were unfolding before her. Trees arched to the will of the wind, dancing in what looked like a choreographed routine. The sky appeared to be a wall of slate gray, menacing and angry. She could feel rain, as it was blown into their shelter, hit her in the face. It was all a little overwhelming. And that was the understatement of the century. Born and raised in the Midwest, Attie had never actually seen a storm like this. Tornadoes she could handle, with ease. At this point in time she would have given anything to trade this for a tornado.
Before making a break for the caves, Attie had managed to salvage what little she could from her carry on into a cinch bag she had found among the wreckage. She was left with a couple of band-aids, a dress, her water bottle, and a hoodie, which didn't belong to her and covered her petite body down to it's knees. People had separated into the different caves - though Attie would have preferred to have everyone together in one cave. She looked behind her and could hear gentle moans and groans of her cave-mates. Nobody really bothered to move beyond the first bend in the cave, after all they didn't know where it led and nobody was exactly in a mood for exploration.
She closed her eyes and allowed a gentle hum to rumble against the cage of her mouth. The air itself wasn't cold, but the combination of wind and wet caused a small shiver to work its way up her spine. She recognized the tune as one that her father would sing while making breakfast before school. Her fingers scratched softly against the cold, lifeless rock of the cave floor. Attie could really have used a glass of tea, a down blanket, and some reality TV. But she would have settled for a reassuring pat on the back.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 14, 2015 13:59:22 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Taya hadn't yet seriously considered talking to all the other survivors and intermingling with them. At least, not before the hurricane. The days after the crash had been spent with Logan. Everything was suddenly Logan. He was the one person she had seen alive, meeting him only hours after the crash after she had frantically ran blindly into the woods. She couldn't imagine what would've happened to herself if Logan hadn't shown up when he did.
But, now, the hurricane outside had forced the two of them out of their solitude. And Logan's hard work on building a shelter was likely being demolished right now. She could cry for him. For both of them. Would they have to stick with this pompous band of people, or would Logan set out on his own again? Whatever happened, she knew she'd follow his lead. That Zach guy had threatened to throw them out just because they existed. It felt that way, anyway. The entire encounter left her unsettled and unhappy.
She realized now that staying away from all these people may have been for the best. She wasn't sure. It was hard not to hold a grudge when she had been so mistreated. But maybe they weren't all like Zach. Everyone just wanted to live, in the end.
Taya wandered alone for a few minutes to get in some stretching, sticking close to the walls and steering clear around the little areas people had made for themselves. Someone nearby was humming a tune. It was so dark in here and she couldn't wait to get back outside, in the sunshine. She really missed her horses and dogs and thought of how much she had taken just animals for granted, nonetheless the freedoms of her first-world lifestyle. As she walked, her face contorted in a squinch as she felt a sneeze come on. It let loose and she rocked back on her feet before she stumbled a bit, stepping backwards to try and rebalance.
Her legs made contact with something and instead she fell over onto the rocks, landing on her rump. With a quick glance she realized it was the person who had been humming.
"Oh God! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed a bit loudly, breaking some of the quiet of the atmosphere. She gathered her legs together and sat in front of the person - a girl - and tried not to lose herself to nervousness. After her dramatic entry with Logan, she wasn't sure what to expect from here on out.
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Post by Bear on Oct 15, 2015 13:07:13 GMT -5
Atticus was deep in thought, wandering her own mind - looking for an escape from reality, when she felt a thud against her back. A figure toppled over before landing on their behind. Attie's eyes opened with an expression of shock and fear. She wasn't normally the jumpy type, but spending your time in a dark cave would be enough to drive anyone a little bonkers she supposed. Her fingers clenched as she took a moment to take in the girl who was now sitting before her.
She recognized her. Oh yes. Attie wasn't a confrontational soul and so when this female and her male friend had come into the cave Attie opted to bury herself within the walls, there was tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. They must have done something to piss someone off... Logan and... Taylor? Was that her name? Attie had only heard it spoken a few times since the incident. Poor girl, to walk into something like that, after everything that had already happened.
Attie could see that the other female was taking a moment to compose herself and so she did the same, tucking her folded legs a bit tighter to her body, in an attempt to create more physical space between the two figures. She nervously ran a hand through her hair and put a smile on her face. The other had, rather loudly, proclaimed an apology which drew a couple of stares from those resting and building in the cave. Had there been more light one might have been able to see a slight blush of embarrassment color Atite's cheeks. Awkward.
Atticus cleared her throat oh, don't worry about it! it's not like I was pretending to not be here or anything Attie shook her head slightly, no. She wasn't one to think unkind thoughts, and it was clearly an accident. She had to remind herself that EVERYBODY had places they would rather be, there were people just like her who didn't have there mind here 100%.
The storm still hasn't let up [/i] she spoke, making small talk may be the best option right now, avoid being weird. Although even small talk was uncomfortable. My name is Atticus, by the way. But people from back home called me Attie She was using the past tense purposely, although she doubted anyone would notice. Attie was sure that they would live out their days on this island, home was a distant thought and a distant time. Something better left in the past. After all, too much optimism could sure be dangerous. [/div] If we kissed?
tags: #Taya #Attie word Count: 000 notes: Thanks for Updating me on what happened in the cave! That damn Zach
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 16, 2015 17:22:16 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Her rump didn't feel bruised, but she still felt awful about her clumsiness. This girl did not seem too bothered by her accident and Taya, though there was a moment of awkward silence as they both gathered composure, felt a little more at ease by the stranger's calm response. She let the tension leave her chest and paid no mind now to the stares around them. Nobody had really bothered her since their late arrival, just kept to themselves, so maybe it really was unfair to assume everybody here was aggressive.
She let out an audible sigh. She used to be so independent, so scrappy. Now she just felt like she was constantly walking on thin ice. This little bit of time away from Logan might be good for her. Socialize like a normal human being again. Start feeling like her old self again. Taya gave all her focus on Attie now, sitting Indian-style with her hands resting on each corresponding knee.
As the girl made small talk about the storm, Taya mechanically turned and looked out to the rain. By now, a decent amount of water had flooded the main entrance. They were lucky it was at a slight elevation where they sat. But if the rain kept going as hard as it did for much longer, would they be pushed farther back? Nah, no reason to think that way. Atticus introduced herself as Taya looked back to her face. The glow of the fierce fire was enough to show some features. She seemed young, pretty, a little insecure, maybe. Taya did happen to catch her use of past tense. She frowned.
"Keep talking like that, and this will feel even more like Hell," she said, with a tone of discouragement. Even though, Taya could actually admit she'd caught herself talking like that before, too. She didn't want to think that way, though. "Nice to meet you, Attie. I'm Taya."
The previous statements made her think of home, too. Was her dad alright? He had not been well lately. Had he succumbed to sadness over her disappearance?
"I hope not everyone here is wiling to send innocent people back out into the storm." She asked the question with obvious intent to gauge for a reaction, but there wasn't exactly any anger in it. She wasn't sure what had gotten into herself all of a sudden. Thinking on it, though, this girl made her feel instantly comfortable, and she was suddenly acting a bit like her old self, as if her desires were granted that quickly.
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