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Post by Farrah Benz on Feb 23, 2017 16:11:04 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he Scorch was over, and like the good little lost puppies they were, all of humanity decided to resume business as usual, starting with the trek back 'home'. What was it with people and needed to return to what they thought they owned? Was Farrah ever going to go back to that little patch of woods she'd inhabited for the first three months of her time here? No, no she was not. Because it wasn't important; it was just a patch of land that she once inhabited. Nothing more. Rolling her eyes at everyone's apparent weakness, Farrah packed up her things and headed north - through the caves to pick up any scraps people had left behind (like a ratty long-sleeved shirt she could tie to make a sort of knapsack), and to the wilderness beyond. It was a strange feeling, that grasp of complete solitude, but it wasn't unwelcome by any stretch of the imagination. Mt. Intego kept the noise of the others hidden from her ears, which meant all she could hear was the sound of the nature around her. The loudest: rushing water. Eyes lighting, she pushed through the underbrush carefully (so none of the items dangling from her person would get caught) until the waterfall came into view. It wasn't as glorious as the surrounding rock suggested it once was, but she imagined it would only become stronger the farther behind it left the Scorch. Reveling in the opportunity to put down her heavy load, Farrah hid the objects against the rock face, tucked between it and a heavy sprouting of ferns. Unstrapping her knife from her ankle made her heart skip a beat, and pulling the pistol from her waistband gave her immediate nausea, but she put those in the pile, too. Stopping a step away, she thought better of leaving the blade behind and pulled it from its scabbard so she could stab it into the mud surrounding the little pool for easy access. In her shorts and tank top, she waded into the water that seemed to be the perfect temperature, immediately letting her hair down and submerging herself. This was serene. Coming up for air, Farrah once again retrieved her knife. She wanted to swim behind the waterfall, but didn't trust being that far away from a weapon. Actually swimming also meant she needed to take her arm out of its sling; it'd been two and a half months now, but it still made her nervous. A little PT was a good thing though, right? And wasn't swimming the best kind? Tentatively, she undid the knot at the back of her neck and let the material fall. It really needed washed, too, so she could do that while she had it off. Very carefully, she eyed the appendage as she straightened it out. It was uncomfortable, but not in the way that told her she should stop - in the way that told her she was extremely weak. She didn't need to move to know that, though - the muscles were atrophied enough. Sighing, she put her knife between her teeth and used her stronger arm to paddle toward the falls, diving beneath the surface to avoid the greatest pressure. On the other side was.. a whole bunch of nothing, but a little ledge beneath the water allowed her to sit and enjoy the secluded spot. There was even moss sprouting here and there, making for a cushioned backdrop. Smiling contentedly, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  | | ✉ | left this super open so any character could have seen her, or maybe approached not knowing she was there, or whatever! :) |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 12:54:51 GMT -5
When allowed nothing but a few meaningless (or meaningless in the grand scheme of things), people were both very selfish and selfless. Resources were important, and it was interesting to see people guarding their things with their lives. He wanted to say he was different, but he was not. It was the human condition to want, and also to want what was not your's. The more things you had, the more comfortable you could be. He had eagerly waited for his packages to arrive, but as months went on, it felt like it was doubtful that they'd ever land. He missed his cat, he was running out of cigarettes, and he would really, really appreciate being able to sleep on the soft, very comfortable bed he'd purchased at a steal. He was not comfortable in this new life, he could not anxiously play on his phone, or mindlessly browse the internet and look at silly videos. Now moments that he was alone were moments that he was really, really alone. He tried to keep busy, but some days he got caught up in his own thoughts. During the scorch, in the hot darkness, he had suffered the worst of it. When it was over, he thanked the heavens above and prayed that another one would not come for a long time. He had been on his way out, but the sound of water suddenly made him change his mind. Guy followed it, and before he saw the water, he saw the pile of things. He sat down beside it to inspect the pile, too focused on it to realize that a: this was someone else's property and b: they probably wouldn't appreciate him shuffling through it all. Guy grabbed the pistol, his arms suddenly feeling weak at the gun's weight. He had never allowed himself to have a gun, and even having one in his hands right then felt wrong. Guy was enamored with the gun, suddenly very unaware of the world around him. He did not think of his bible then, he did not think of Riley's scared, angry eyes, nor of his want for his own happiness. Instead, one thought echoed in his head. The question played over and over, and somehow he found peace in it: What if you were dead?Farrah Benz Benz |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Mar 9, 2017 15:30:13 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed arrah didn't have a sixth sense; no one did, and if they told you otherwise they were goddamn liars. But there was something about the physics of how two bodies - be they cosmetic, human, or something in between - were naturally drawn to each other's gravitational pull. That Farrah believed in, and so even though she could not hear an intruder, her nerves prickled with the knowledge of someone being close. She couldn't see through the waterfall, obviously, but she squinted her eyes at it anyway. Someone was here. For a moment she remained perfectly still, hardly even daring to draw her next breath until her brain kicked in and rationalized that if she couldn't hear anyone moving about, they couldn't freaking hear her breathing either. She was dumb sometimes. Something far more warranted to snag her attention: her things were unguarded out there, on the same side of the falls as whoever this imposter was. Watch it be one of the damn antelope things, and she springs out like a vicious idiot. Alright, alright, she'd take it slow. Might be an animal... probably wasn't. Might be stealing her her shit........ probably was. With a grunt of annoyance at her serenity being disturbed, Farrah tossed herself back into the water. This motherfuhhhh.... Diving under the falls again, she came up quickly on the other side, wiping the remaining droplets out of her face so she could- AGH, THEY WERE. Nearly forgetting her brokenness, she trudged forward in the water with all the friendliness of a hippopotamus. Palming her blade, she growled, "Drop it, or find out what it feels like to have a knife in your ribcage." So what if she'd actually aim for his hand? Life-threatening sounded much better. Continuing her forward momentum, she pulled herself to the bank, ignoring her sling. Yeah, it'd be pretty damn obvious her left arm was withered from disuse and susceptible to attack, and that should have convinced her to stay back, but Farrah Benz was not one easily dissuaded. Her property was HER. PROPERTY. and Douchimus Prime over there could get his grubby fingers off of it. She'd had to pull some pretty sneaky stuff to get those items away from their previous owners and into the slots for her to come here, thankyouverymuch, and she wasn't giving them up easily. | | ✉ | cuddly as a porcupine <3 |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 16:15:49 GMT -5
Guy snapped out of it when he heard some splishing and splashing and a very angry hippopotamus girl came raging out from the waterfall.When she neared, his brows furrowed. For a second he had thought she was one of those other-worldly things (though he supposed they were the aliens in this situation), but instead Farrah Benz spoke. "Did you just growl at me?" he asked her. He almost didn't want to put the gun down, because certainly being threatened instead of asked didn't settle well with the man. "Something, something, don't bring a knife to a gun fight," he reminded the girl, but put down the thing anyways. There was no reason to try making enemies out there. Plus, he'd found that most people could be calmed down with a casual conversation. Guy lifted his arms and showed the girl his hands in surrender, then scooted away from her things. And maybe a little bit away from her, mostly in fear that the whole knife in the ribcage threat might still be valid. He was sort of regretting putting the gun down. "Not interested in any of your things, so calm down," that and he doubted he'd be able to really defend himself. Though... he imagined if he put enough force behind it, he could get a good thwack or two with his bible. He checked his person to make sure it was still there, and mentally sighed when he felt it. Hands returning to his lap, he took the time to get a good look at the girl. A little rough, but mostly pretty. "What's wrong with your arm?" |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Mar 10, 2017 15:08:10 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed Are you touching my shit?" she countered coldly, not caring if she sounded animalistic. This was a dog eat dog world, and she was not one to roll over (or give anyone the benefit of the doubt, apparently). At his little chastising comment, Farrah twirled the knife in her grip before holding it solidly again. "I think I'm good."He... put her pistol back, though. How he'd even found the things so quickly was beyond her. They were tucked behind fern-looking plants, with only the butt of her rifle sticking out. That'd take a trained eye to see, though. Whatever - it didn't matter. He'd found it, he was touching it, he apparently didn't like his hands very much. But he backed away, which was smart. "Good boy," she said flatly, and sheathed her blade before wringing her hair out and securing it in a bun at her nape. She was still dripping water, but she wanted to check her belongings and make sure Mr. Man over there didn't steal anything. Crouching over the little pile, she gave it a quick but thorough inspection. Everything... was actually there. Brow tenting, she looked back to the intruder. "Why rifle through if you're not going to take anything? Mother just never taught you manners?" She ignored the "calm down" except for a slight tensing of her jaw. Apparently the guy never had a girlfriend, either, or he'd know better than to utter those two words to an angry woman. Or pry into her shortcomings. Eyes widening, Farrah rounded on the man. She studied him a moment, actually considering her words before biting his head off. "I broke it, fighting something a lot scarier than you," she divulged, being the epitome of pleasant per usual. "What are you doing out here, anyway? The Scorch is over, you can go home now." It was the kind of helpful that told him to fuck right off to wherever he came from. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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