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Post by Logan Street on Dec 20, 2016 19:18:46 GMT -5
 Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... This heat. This immeasurable heat. Even with the cover of the thick forest brush, and the tree tops blocking out most of the rays, the heat was getting unbearable. He didn’t even want to think about what it was like without the cover of the mountain top. What if people were stuck out there? Moving by himself, he made it a three or four days into the mountain range before the heat started to get unbearable. had tried to backpedal, thinking it was perhaps high time he go and see what the colony was like. After a feast on some snatched finds and his own hunted and smoking it by pinning it in the air on a carved post so the smoke of coals could cook it, and of course the collection of water from some measly creek
He had maneuvered his way down the slow slope, and as soon as the sunlight dashed from the breaking of the trees, Logan instantly knew. Well, if the singed hair off his forearms was anything to go by. With a yell he backed quickly into the confines of the tree line. Even travelling here it took him through many open areas, and maneuvering it by his lonesome, where all he had to rely and care for was himself, was a tad difficult. Now for a large group to move through the terrain, fighting against the heat? He just prayed to the Gods, above and below, that they noticed the sparsity of animals and the increasing heat before it was too late.
Sure, he didn’t enjoy people very much – Well, he liked them just fine. He liked person. Not people. People were panicky, self conscious, unreliable, and weak. Person normally held some strength and independence.
And then a tree burst to flames randomly.
Right then, as he stared at flames licking upwards and the sound of the fire crackling, he knew. The heat was rising too quickly. After spending months in a desert on Earth, he had still never felt something so dry and hot before. The static in the atmosphere felt like sparks, stinging with every breath. He had to find cover. He had to get to safety, away from the thousands of acres of burning tinder that he was standing under. Silver blue eyes scanned the area with purpose. The mixture of greenery and dark shadows caused the area to blend together, making it difficult to the untrained eye to find what he was looking for.
The slightly covered dark entrance was about a hundred yards out, close enough that he felt himself lucky for the first time he had landed on PE. Although there was no such thing as luck, perhaps things were looking up for him. Logan let out a sigh of relief before wiping his arm across his forehead a the drops that were annoyingly flicking off his eyelashes. Looking at the tree that burst into flames, thinking it was almost like a signal perhaps to others, he began bundling sticks up. One large stick he leaned up and pressed it into the burning embers, before it too caught on fire, and then he headed off until he stood before the entrance way. Dropping the bundle of sticks just at the mouth he leaned forward.
The opening was just big enough that it rested about 5 inches above the top of his head, and the entry way was almost too perfectly cylinder. Leaning forward he let the fire whip light around the edges before entering the entry way. The first day cycle he kept close to the entryway, but as the second night lasted only a portion of the time as the normal, Logan knew his hunch was correct. Something was off. Something was happening. Soon the heat became unbearable and he packed what lumber of sticks into his bag, all of them at least an inch to two thick. They were bundled up with his rope tightly, then strapped to the bottom of his bag for easy transportation.
It did not take long, when the Scorch hit. He felt it. Well. Yes. Literally felt it. He moved from the darkened entry way, but as soon as he bent down to catch one more stick, the hair over his forearms singed off. With a yelp the guy ran back as fast as he could. Spending two PE days semi-close to the entrance way, he had kept a fire going most of the time. The sun and his magnifying glass made that easy. Lighting one more stick before kicking the try cave dirt over it, Logan set off. There was only really one way to go, and that just seemed to be down. Into the obviously creepy dark black pit of a hole.
There seemed to be no exit as he went deeper and deeper, using his blade to scrap stars into the rock formed walls so that if he needed too he could find his escape. The tunnel, he realized, was only one connected into an interior of the mountain side. There was no sound in the empty cave except for the faintest of rumbles, perhaps the shifting of rock that echoed through the tunnels. There were many that forked off, or went in a circle back to the original. It was a maze of utter darkness, only lit by the flicker of the fire that he held. As he walked munching on the smoked meat he had made over the previous days in the forest, there was something that kept bugging him. If he could just put his finger on it.
Hours seemed to have past, and the temperature in the cave..or tunnel..seemed to drop dramatically. Thankfully. His luck really had turned around! He had to relight three out of his 20 sticks, leaving him with 17 remaining. Logan stopped for a moment, pausing to lean against the coolness of the round walls. His silver eyes glancing at them and looking around the pure darkness. Too bad he didn’t have his night vision, that would be…About a hundred times better. How far was the colony from the mountain range? Would they see the big fire tree that was only a hundred yards from the entryway? Would anyone make it to safety? For some reason he really was hoping they—Wait a second.
Logan’s eyes squinted as he pushed away from the wall edge, his hand moving over the overly smooth surface of the tunnel. Brows furrowing as his finger tips slide over it, feeling for the slight grooves that ran along it, almost as if it had been burrowed or man made. Then he heard that faint rumbling again, and he glanced down the darkness where no sunlight hit. Leaning forward with the fire. The rumblings he had been hearing all along that he assumed was just shifting rock. Except it was getting louder…No. Not just louder.
Closer.
It was getting closer and very fast. Too fast. That was no human. There was no way --- The screech was ear drumming before Logan swore loudly and backpedaled. Booking it as fast as he could, trying to hold onto the flame as his feet thundered down the as quick as possible. Steady. Breath Run. Run. Run faster. Quicker. Faster. Oh fuck.. Don’t look back. Don’t look back Logan. Oh God! Shit. I looked back. Is that it’s TEETH? Fuck. Fuck. RUN. He ran as fast as he could, only the sureness of his training allowed him to run as fast as possible without tripping over the little rubbles on the ground. His feet kicking up noise as he thundered down, but it was barely audible over the noise of the big GIANT FUCKING ALIEN WORM THING that was chasing after him in the dark.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 22, 2016 23:13:58 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he had left the night following her camp's intrusion, knowing she needed to get a move on before she starved from lack of food (thanks for that, douche). Considering the ever-increasing heat, she also figured the very next day, despite its blistering temperatures, would be the coolest she'd see in a while. So out she'd gone, garbed in her biker's jacket and pants but paired with her tennies so she didn't get wicked blisters from walking in boots all night. She sweat something unholy, but she managed to avoid more sunburn like she'd had the first time, which she'd been forced to have a medic tend to since she didn't have any of her salves here. After the incident she'd started working on her own remedies from plants around her campsite, but she hadn't allowed herself to get burnt again to test them out. With a nap in a copse of trees along the way, Farrah reached the mountains just as Sol was cresting the horizon. She used the early daylight to scope out the surroundings, following a trail of small hoofprints to find a herd of the antelope-things she'd seen before. She'd just chosen her position to most easily down one of them when a rumbling had the herd dispersing, but not before some giant worm-like thing exploded from the ground and snatched up two of the lesser creatures in a single bite, its body arching and seeming to continue on forever before it disappeared back into the ground in one fluid motion. Farrah had stood paralyzed in both fear and shock for several minutes, heart hammering in her chest as she plastered herself against the cool stone of the mountain's base. Part of her wanted to go examine the gouges it had left in the topography, but the larger part of her that chose life decided against going any closer, just in case. Creeping away, she found an outcropping of rock about a mile away that offered decent enough cover without connecting to any sort of tunnel that could bring enemies (or that annoying man) up on her flank. Satisfied with what she dubbed her new home, Farrah settled in. After, of course, ensuring no one else's stuff was there. Remember - she's a decent human being. Unlike someone. It had been a day and change when she felt the rumbling again - this time at night. She cursed silently, disliking that she was not safe in the darkness as she had suspected. Thanks to the moons, she could see up the slope of the mountain decently, and was disheartened to realize the vibrations were coming from above her. Do not tell me that thing burrows through rock too, she thought, trying to find any movement. There was a shout, and then a blood-curdling roar/screech, and before she had time to consciously understand her next move, Farrah was running up the slope and into the first opening she found. What am I doing? This isn't my problem, she inwardly complained, yet still she continued forward.. Until a there-one-second-gone-the-next flame appeared off to her right, and just as she stopped to question whether or not she'd really seen anything, a Worm's head started pushing past. In the future, Farrah would look back at this moment and realize it was far from her brightest. But presently, some sense of humanity told her she needed to help the poor bastard being chased before they were eaten; and so, bending swiftly and grabbing the first bit of rubble her fingers could close around, she hurled it at the beast. "HEY!" she screamed, grabbing another rock and throwing it again. The creature probably barely even felt it, but hopefully it was at least annoying enough to get its attention. "I'M OVER HERE! Come get me!"For the span of maybe three seconds, all she saw was the Worm's seemingly infinite body rushing past at the other end of the tunnel... And then its head burst from the wall not fifteen feet in front of her, jaws agape and hot breath roaring past her. Thankfully, her fear moved her this time instead of cementing her feet to the stone, and she ran. The entrance she'd come in wasn't far, and thankfully with the bend she had to take she got out before the beast did. Down was out of the question, so she scrambled up as much as she could, unsheathed her blade, and waited for it to emerge, heart nearly pounding out of her chest. Knife fights were exhilarating, but not when the opponent was fifty times her size. Fooled for one tenth of a second, the creature burst from the cave's mouth and arched down... before sniffing her out and twisting around. Already moving, Farrah did about the dumbest thing anyone could think of - instead of trying to escape it, she dropped down on top of it. With a feeling of riding the fattest, most feral horse in existence, she dug her heels into either side of its neck, bent forward, and plunged her blade into the first face-slit she could reach. Screeching in what she prayed was agony, the beast immediately flung its head to the side with so much force Farrah had no hope of hanging on. Determined not to lose her only knife, she clung to it even as the rest of her body was catapulted into the air. Arguably the next dumbest thing she'd ever done, this left her dangling from the creature's face for the terrifying half second it took for it to realize she was still there, at which point it whipped itself in the opposite direction. The momentum threw her over the top of its head, and still she hung on... Until her arm bent further than anatomically possible. With a snap like a gunshot, she finally let go - and was flung against the mountainside. Screaming, she settled onto whatever outcropping gravity found, and curled in on herself. The pain was so fantastic, she was amazed she still had enough wit about her to watch the Worm turn downward and burrow into the ground at the mountain's base, the clang of metal tumbling uselessly down rock in its wake.  | | ✉ | i'm not sorry. (P.S. her knife is somewhere... he can find it if you want) |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 28, 2016 22:57:39 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... His feet echoed through the tunnel, hand touching the wall every possible turn he had taken towards the exit to the point where he could feel the marks he had made. Suddenly a burst of light came into view, dimmed from the twilight of the moon but fair enough that relief seemed to swell in his thoughts. He was so close, and yet the snap of the teeth and the wretchedly hott breath of the creature swiftly against the back of his neck caused him to take a sudden turn away from the entrance just in time, and his thoughts were towards demise and being one crunchy dinner feast for the giant creature.
’Hey!’
The call came out, echoing in the rockwalled tunnel before he felt specks of rubble sprinkle around him. Taking the opportunity as the next words out of a distorted, but slightly similar voice echoed around him, he abruptly dashed into a small side tunnel and pressed his body against the wall. The noise of the stranger casting the attention of the worm like thing enough that it burst away from him and headed towards the entrance before turning off once more. He could feel, just as much hear, the crush as the beast erupted free from the tunnels and through the wall into the twilight of the eve.
Logan paused only a moment before he began his way towards the entrance, just to watch the end scene which was both valiance and absolute idiocracy as he spotted the female jump onto the creature, and instead of letting her blade go, she hung on to the point she was flopped directly into the creatures face. Was she absolutely insane?Oh. Wait. He’d already come to the conclusion she was.
And before he had time to really interpret that such a psychotic woman had saved him from being a rather interesting delicacy, he watched her arm bend – SNAP!- and her body get flung. In the air. Up. Up. Down. Her scream was one of uninterrupted agony, and he instantly began to scramble from the worm hole down towards her fallen body. Half skidding, half climbing down the rock face he tumbled easily down towards her and landed near her feet. ”Hey Little Girl, thanks for that.” He was already bringing his pack up front and crouched steadily on the tiny flat platform she had fallen and curled up on.
Working quickly he yanked out his navy long sleeve shirt, ignoring her and just deciding to talk over her ”Now, I cannot believe you road a big giant fucking earthworm with teeth. Props to you on that, but it was quite idiotic. Although, I am so happy you find me so valuable to save. Here I was thinking you thought I was a nuisance. Well lucky me! Now, now, it is okay to have a crush on me. I am rather charming afterall, many people I meet feel similar. I know, I know, it is quite impossible to ignore such strong feelings but –ah there!” He spoke over her as clearly as possible as his fingers worked nimble to move her enough that he could get to the fracture. As he spoke he could see the evidence of a break, luckily it was closed, and used his second shirt as a sling. Tying it’s long sleeve arms around her neck in a double fashioned knot. All along ignoring any ludicrous things she would be saying, instead focusing solely on his work and what left his own mouth.
FInally he took his rope and applied it over the forearm, keeping it tight against her torso for steadiness against movement.
”Now that we got that all in the open – I think we best maneuver off this rockwall. Y’know, before creepy toothy worm guy comes back and eats us. Two options, You can make your way yourself, somehow through that shock there that’s probably triggered – Or I can carry you down like the Prince Charming I am known to be - So what’ll it be?”
He stood, staring down at her and his shabby split yet it was secure enough she would not be able to accidentally move it around. Luckily there would be no blood on his shirt, hopefully.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 31, 2016 12:05:23 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he moment she heard his voice, her entire body tensed. Which was a terrible idea for her arm, shooting a fresh wave of pain and nausea through her. She whimpered-grunted and curled back up, gritting out, "Get the fuck away from me.". There was enough venom in her voice to down a small animal... if she currently had any of the strength to back it up. He'd said thanks, but in the most condescending way possible. Was their no end to his douchery? Or his ability to be exactly where she was? What sort of god had she pissed off to earn the misery of this man's company so frequently? Her every nerve ending lit up the moment he touched her, and reflex had her jerking away with a harsh, "Don't fucking touch me," though her poison was short-lived as her arm again retaliated against the movement and she made a sound like a kicked puppy. So when he grabbed her again, Farrah gritted her teeth at the man but forced herself to remain still. Despite how absolutely obnoxiously annoying he was, he had come over here, and if he was messing with her arm he was probably actually trying to help... Which made her dizzier than she already was from the pain-induced adrenaline buzzing through her veins. Who was this dude? What went on in his head that he thought it was a decent idea to annoy the shit out of someone but then maybe be a decent guy deep down? Like way deep down - the kind of deep you need a backhoe and a couple sticks of dynamite to unearth. His undoubtedly cocky words mostly blended together in the hum of Farrah's catatonic brain, but once he released her arm she was able (begrudgingly) to tune back in. Disliking both options he gave, she sneered. "The worm was more charming than you," she hissed, pushing herself to her feet. The world spun for a minute, forcing her to lean against the rock face to steady herself. She was just thankful she hadn't needed to rely on him. "I got up here on my own, didn't I? To save your life, I might add." Unfortunately, the only way off this little outcropping was to push past him or have him go first, so, with a wave of her good hand, she urged, "Well go."[googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Dec 31, 2016 17:25:01 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... Goodness. She had quite the mouth on her now didn’t she! What a wretch of a woman, even if she did save his life. All he was doing was attempting to help her, and she was acting as if he was plagued. There he was, being a man nurse to her and using his only other shirt to help, one would think she would be a bit grateful. Grateful ? Ha! He would go with even a little bit of appreciation! Instead she spoke of how much more charming the worm was than he. And when he offered to carry her down from the rockface, which would be quite difficult with one arm, not to mention he noted how she had to hold herself up with the dizziness of shock – She toss it into his face.
What a rude, hard headed woman she was. He’d much rather the companionship of a man eating worm instead of her. With half a mind, he ought to leave her to struggle to get down and walk off to leave her there. After all, he had taken care of her arm, he owed her nothing. Besides, it wasn’t as if he did not have the entire worm situation under complete control. He was just waiting for the right moment to rid himself of the unnatural beast, and he definitely did not need some know-it-all bitch of a woman coming and saving him.Although, he supposed it was his fault her arm was broken, if in the tiniest of possible ways. Not like it wasn’t her fault to be an idiot at trying to ride a dangerous beast with nothing but rock to fall on.
Well Go
Logan lifted his brow in amusement at how pitiful she did look in that exact moment. Mere movement had her hissing, and she was leaning against the rock surface to support herself. A slow grin crossed over his lips before he backed away, making way for her to be able to go a head of him. ” If you insist. Ladies first, after all.” His arm moved in a motion to show he had cleared the way for her. before he leaned casually against the rockwall of the mountain as if he had all the time in the world, to watch her go down the steep surface. He put his foot towards the edge slightly, silently showing how the worm breaking through the wall earlier had caused the slated ground to be very uneven and loose as just the small weight of his foot caused pebbles instantly start rolling and flowing down towards the ground. ”Just give a call if you do decide you need some help after all.“
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jan 8, 2017 22:10:34 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed aturally, he went with the more difficult option. Had she mentioned that she loathed him? Only five hundred times? Well.. it was warranted. "I am absolutely certain you are the most annoying man on this planet," Farrah grunted, starting forward. Her good hand reflexively went to cup her other elbow, but as she peered at the path ahead of her, she knew she needed it for balance instead. Knowing Captain Aggravating wouldn't miss her half-second of hesitation, she sighed and placed a foot tentatively on the rock below. It held... Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Decidedly not looking back at you-know-who, she continued tentatively onward. On her fourth or fifth step, the rock gave out beneath her foot. It was all she could do to throw her stable arm out and catch herself, but she still came down hard. Absolutely determined not to scream, she bit her tongue until she tasted blood.. Which only increased when the back of her head met stone. Pain radiated everywhere - in her now-throbbing head, to the fragmented humerus bouncing whichever damn way it felt like going, to the ankle that she probably fucking sprained. Hating everything about this ungodly situation, she didn't even try to move. Fuck it - he could carry her. She gave up. In that exact moment (but none before or thereafter), she didn't even care if she retrieved her knife from wherever it fell to. She just wanted to be back in her little home and forget this stupid-.... Wait a second. She wasn't horizontal; she was at an angle. And the rock behind her wasn't quite that. It was firm - really firm - but it was breathing. Brain sparking to life, Farrah stupidly threw herself forward. Nearly over-correcting, she stumbled a step, started trying to extend her broken arm, and ended up right where she'd begun: against CA's noticeably muscled chest, easily cradled in his grip. If she was the type to swoon, and if she hadn't already decided she loathed him totally and completely, she might have thought it nice. As it were, she just wished she was dead. Instead of commenting on anything - and trying really damn hard to block out whatever smartass remark he'd have (because there'd be one; confidence interval 0.5) - Farrah slumped and looked down the slope they somehow had to navigate... Together. "My knife is somewhere down there.."[googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 10, 2017 20:04:40 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... The half a second of hesitation was definitely noted, as he watched her attempting to figure out the best way to get down. Logan watched his eyes studying more so her feet than anything, knowing what was to come a flash before it did. Swearing under his breath about how infuriating she was, he moved quickly. His feet skimming down the rubble the few feet she had actually managed to go before catching her just in time. It allows him a moment to catch his breath as she remained awkwardly still - That was until she started to thrash as if he was the demon and almost sent them both tumbling down to break more ligaments.
Was she completely insane? Oh right. He’d already decided she was. Numerous times. Swearing about how stubborn and idiotic she was, he moved quickly to prevent falling further. His arm wrapped around her torso, clenching her against him as she threw herself forward and his spare arm reaching out to grab a deep embedded route off to the side for support. The movement and quick thinking stopped them from tumbling over until she realized what was going on. And then. And then all she fucking cared about what her knife. Was she joking? Seriously?
She probably hurt one or two of her ankles, and her arm was probably throbbing with ridiculous pain that would most likely cause her a bit of disorientation, at least too much to maneuver carefully. Especially with only one free arm. Why did he even bother caring? He should just leave her there. Serves her right after all, she was the stubborn fool that denied his help when she obviously needed it. Now they could not so easily piggy back down, and holding her in both his arms would make it impossible. Especially because the main thing holding them sturdy right then was one foot being planted firmly, and the arm that was not holding her upright against him, held firmly to the embedded root.
First the scorch. Then the worm cave. Then the big giant worm monster. Then dealing with a psycho with a broken arm who was as stubborn as a mule. Perhaps his luck really was not turning around, as this was probably to most inconvenient situation he could possibly have happened. He’d probably much rather deal with the worm again – which is ironic because normally this would be a pleasant experience, having a girl in his arms. Instead he was stuck with psycho Suzie. If only she hadn’t saved his life, perhaps then he would not feel so…obligated. Besides, that’s the only thing that would explain why he was still there. And perhaps because he wasn’t a complete jackass, inspite of what she continually called him.
”Remind me to tell you ‘I told you so’, when we get down nice and safe. Perhaps afterwards we can worry about your knife….Now, How shall we do this? Since you have so many brilliant ideas?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jan 16, 2017 0:10:43 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed n another time, with a different man, on a different planet, the grip Farrah now found herself in would have been pleasant. She might have leaned back, reveled in his warmth, turned, giggling, and kissed the man behind her-... If the man was someone else. If he wasn't the total douchebag whose name she had yet to learn - and truthfully didn't want to. If he was charming, and saw her walls for what they were and worked to break them down bit by bit. As it were, her brain conjured up all those images in an eighth of a second, and for that small piece of time she actually felt girlish. And then after that, when reality closed in and she remembered where she was and who she was with, she went right back to loathing everything and everyone. Even herself. Especially for having that lapse where the arm around her waist felt nice.Vom. She'd almost knocked them both down the mountain; she realized that, and she wasn't sorry. Her arm hurt like the dickens, her ankle throbbed, and her brain felt like it had just been used for a round of ping-pong in her cranium. "You just did," she pointed out, holding back a snort. Of course he didn't stop speaking, though - taking the opportunity when she couldn't get much lower, mind you, to get another jab in. Truthfully, his charm knew no bounds. Rolling her eyes, Farrah sighed heavily but otherwise stayed silent. She stared forward, glaring out into the dark, her mix of pain and loathing directed at nothing in particular. Finally, when she mustered enough calm to speak, she ground out, "Let's call a truce, yeah? You hate me, I hate you. You wouldn't be alive without me, and I'd be a lot less broken without you. So let's get through this fucking thing so we can never see each other again."The monologue was far more than needed said, but out it'd flown anyway. She offered nothing in the way of answering him, because anything she came up with would surely be batted aside within seconds anyway. He could figure this out; sure, he'd been the one to decide roaming the Worm caves was a good idea, but he was far too chiseled not to have some sort of military background. He might be dumb as a doornail, but he was trained to handle shit like this... right? That was, of course, entirely speculation, but the only way Farrah was going to keep her pain from overriding her senses again was to believe he was capable. If he scooped her up, she'd offer no protest. If he slung an arm under her shoulder blades to help her walk on her own, she wouldn't protest that, either. The former would be nice, though - to, for once, rely on someone else to get her through a situation. He was no Prince Charming, but the thought was admittedly... dreamy.  | | ✉ | hopefully there's something you can work with here. |
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 20, 2017 21:57:38 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... You hate me, I hate you
Her little jabber of information rang out, and he just smirked to himself at her little jab about how her presence caused him positivity, but his only negativity. Surely he wouldn’t be dead..Just severely maimed most likely. Perhaps a broken arm or sprained ankle himself. His jaw tensed, the muscle near it’s point twitching in irritation at her words before he glanced down the slope again. At that exact moment, every fiber of his soul wanted to fling her over his shoulder and march down himself. But that, would not be pleasant on her…And the shift of weight would probably be less than ideal. Still, it wouldbe quite amusing for miss stubborn to be flung like a sack of potatoes.
Even more amusing would be the fact she would need to accept his help down, to lean on him for strength. Putting his arm down and around her waist, and moving her uninjured arm up and around his neck, he positioned them sturdily next to each other. His one hand putting pressure against her side just enough for a steady hold, while his free hand worked for stability against what hold he could find. He assumed she would hate this idea, but definitely not as much as being a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Perhaps she would take note he could have done a more embarrassing way, although he doubted it. This annoying chick seemed very adamant to despise everything he did.
”I do not hate you. To be honest, you amuse the fuck out of me. You huff and puff about everything, while simultaneously—“ He paused as they inched downwards at a slow and steady pace. Making sure each of his foot steps landed on solid ground instead of the slippery slope of little pebbles. ”--You make it seem as if me helping you down this cliff, is doing myself fa favor, instead of the other way around. It really is quite a skill you have there. ” Logan wrapped her arm, helped her down, and still it was as if he was the plague. If she thought he would stay and protect her from the grizzly beast around this area when they were down well…
Once safe below, he let her go rather abruptly, but close enough to a rock wall she had something to lean on if need be. Instantly he maneuvered away from her, escaping a few steps forward as his attention seemed focused, as if he had already forgotten she existed. Abruptly he crouched down in front of a rubble of fallen debris, his eyes scanning it methodically before his palms went down on the hard ground and his legs crawled backwards until he was on his stomach. Arm moving a few pieces of the rubble aside before reaching into a hole in the darkness. Reaching. Feeling. Reaching. Aha. The man then rolled quickly away until he was on his back.
It felt rather comfy, not going to lie. Laying down. Gods. When was the last time he had actually laid down since arriving on this wretched planet? It felt like forever. And majority of his time here he was in the presence of the damsel in distress a bit away from his feet. Briefly he thought his luck was turning around, but he really was starting to doubt there was ever such thing as luck on this planet. It was just grotesque, brutal, hot, and extremely dangerous. That was it. No beauty that he had yet to find. Wasn’t there supposed to be some beautiful native lady bathing herself in the river that he would run into or something? The thought caused him to prop himself on his elbows to look over at the annoying, bitchy woman.
What he grabbed from beneath the rock hobble flashed in his hands only a moment, before his arm outstretched and her own blade flew through the air so it landed square in the ground by her feet, blade tip into the ground.. ” You’re Welcome”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jan 28, 2017 22:00:27 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed is immediate response was-.... Lacking. What the hell? Since when, exactly, did he decide he didn't need to have a snappy retort? Her head spun at the thought (or, y'know, the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, dampening the extreme pain emanating from her arm) as the bane of her existence carefully positioned her next to him for safe passage. As promised, Farrah didn't resist; everything hurt far too much for that. She accepted the extra help, lifting her leg so only her toe touched the ground. She'd be able to hobble down this way, and she could almost convince herself she didn't care how much flack he'd give her about it the whole time they descended. Captain Annoying's eventual comeback had her slowly pivoting her head to look at him, expression making it evident how absolutely fucking insane she thought he was. She amused him? "I said absolutely nothing to hint that's the case," she ground out, even though she was a little stuck on the "amused" thing. That was how her and Rex had become friends - they butted heads so hard that eventually they realized they loathed each other so much because they were essentially the same person.. And then they stopped working against each other and started working together, and the rest of the schoolyard simultaneously benefited and came under attack. Farrah and Rex had mostly kept to themselves, planning their escape from that dreaded place, but when they grew bored or hit a snag in their plans they reverted to messing with the kids with less balls than them. ..Which was most people. The reverie had the corners of her lips curling slightly upward, and she let herself become so distracted that she didn't realize they were on level ground until Not-Rex practically shoved her away. Alright, that was an exaggeration. But he let go, and she hadn't been prepared for it, so she leaned heavily against the rock wall. Farrah eyed the man as he rummaged around before flopping down like a dead fish, brain trying to come to a conclusion on whether or not he would be the kind of rewarding investment Rex was. She doubted it. There weren't two Rexes in the world; he was too rare a find. And why was she thinking fondly of him? He'd fucking dumped her, abandoned her on the day of their great escape, to deal with traversing the country on her own. Remembering it now, she could almost smell the ashes of the building burning behind her as she took off. No, this man wouldn't be an investment of any kind. She had learned her lesson with trust. Huffing, she closed her eyes and shifted so her back was to the rock. Her good arm wrapped over her chest to grip her other elbow gingerly, and she propped her less-than-sturdy foot up against the wall - leaving her weight balanced on only her uninjured foot. A slick thnk had her eyelids popping apart, and she looked down at the blade embedded in the ground. Her gaze slowly sought the man, jaw clenched, but with a sigh she bent to retrieve it. "..Thanks," she said, and for once it wasn't layered with sarcasm or bitchiness or resentment. He didn't need to get it for her. Just one more thing to make her head hurt. He was a seriously peculiar man. Defenses momentarily lifted, Farrah asked, "What were you doing up there, anyway?" Surely he hadn't been looking for a place to sleep, because that would mean he got here after her, which she doubted. He seemed perpetually one step ahead of her. And was she seriously considering offering him her little outcropping? She must've hit her head harder than she thought. | | ✉ | i hope this is in someway cohesive xD |
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 1, 2017 13:10:26 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... Leaning back on his elbows, he watched the woman with a tint of curiosity as she laid back against the rock wall with her eyes closed. She almost looked soft, with her eyes closed and her arm wrapped around her torso to hold her other elbow. Almost..Vulnerable.
One has to wonder, if things would have been different, if she didn’t have a stick stuck up her arse about him being in the technically abandoned camp. The fire was cold, and not lit, so it was definitely not hers anymore. Everyone knew that a camp was based on if the fire was still warm or not. Or perhaps if he had not decidedly made himself at home, which he supposed, perhaps, he could have avoided. Maybe then things would be different between them. Maybe she wouldn’t seem to loathe being in his very presence, yet at the same time..At the same time it was not as if she was running away from him.
Although, perhaps it was because she was injured and unable too.
Still. She seemed to detest his very presence, and it had to be more than just the fact he set up her hammock. After all, she had threatened to stab him, probably on numerous occasions, as well as bashed his head on the ground when she ruined his hammock (which, to be honest, was easily fixed). What kind of person did that? Ironically, he probably would.
What a frustrating woman!
When her eyes opened and she looked at him, he was reminded the sharpness of her eyes. Why was he up there? Silver eyes flickered up to the mountain side where the tunnel was, before he scowled in frustration. Now he would need to find a place, and with the whole fiasco that just happened, he hoped he found something by sunrise. ”I was staying there for the past few days, before I got bored and decided to wander about. To be fair, I had no idea it was a home for a giant fucking alien thing.” At the words ‘giant alien’ his mouth quirked upwards into an amused expression, flashing his smile at her before he easily maneuvered onto his feet.
”I should really get going. Y’know, find a place before I burn to death” With a glance to the sky, his jaw clenched momentarily before turning his attention and smirking over at Farrah ” So let me know where I shall escort you, you know cause I’m a big tough man and you’re obviously a damsel in distress.” OH. She’d loved being called a damsel in distress. He could almost predict her expression before he said it.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Feb 2, 2017 20:39:04 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he frown nearly had her reverting back to her usual disposition, but even in the darkness Farrah could tell the man was looking up and past her, probably reminiscing on the beginning of this ever-so-lovely encounter. Reflexively, she frowned too. That damn beast had ruined both of their nights - Farrah's arguably more than her counterpart, though as he went on to answer her question, she figured he had it just as bad. Which was a strange thought, considering she was the one broken and he'd have a new home by sun-up. Probably with her. God, no. Not with her. She wasn't even going to extend the invite. "You bored? I can't imagine," she joked, smirking for a split second before his next remark reminded her that she was supposed to hate him. Raising a brow, she appraised him a moment. "I've seen bigger," she snorted, the innuendo not lost on her. To keep herself from smiling again (ew), she gingerly put her foot down and tested her ankle's stability. It hurt like hell, but she could maybe gimp along with it. Except... He was here, and regardless of how he'd said it, he was offering help. She should take it. "Ugh fine, c'mere," she motioned with a wave of her hand. "I'm going... that direction." A point guided them, and with a little uncomfortable shifting, they were off. The journey took twice as long as it would have under normal circumstances, but Farrah miraculously managed not to curse at her help the whole way. She hadn't even had to yell at him to slow the fuck down, which she appreciated more than she'd ever admit. Damn man. "There's not a lot of room, but if-," fuck she was going to do it, "-you need-," good, need, not want, "-to stay at my place for the night, that's okay." Jaw clenched, she rushed out, "But only for tonight. And if you steal my food or get in my way I'll kill you." Perfect. See, she wasn't warming up to him at all. | | ✉ | sorry it's kinda wee - i didn't want to assume too much! |
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 3, 2017 16:26:06 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... Her innuendo went without comment, just a snort in response. It would have probably been easier if he just bridal carried her, and probably a hell of a lot faster, although he did not come to speak of this, as he assumed she wouldn’t appreciate it anyways. Slow and steady they arrived at her humble above and when they did she began to speak and..Was she choking on something? It sure came across that way.
He kept his arm around her while they were still there, but let go just slightly so the pressure of his hand wasn’t holding her up as much. This time he decided to not just drop her like he had before. His brow rose as he looked down at her choking phrases. Was she actually offering him to stay with her? He looked over at the tiny space, then back at her. Then he grinned. A wide grin that looked way too innocent on his dirty face.
”I have never received such a pleasant offer to spend the night with a woman.” His eyes looked down at her, sparkling with absolute amusement at the mere thought. Definitely misconstruding her offer into something else just for the hell of it. ”But as long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself which -- I know, I know, it will be difficult. I’d be happy to sleep with you here.”
His wording was perfect, laced with innuendo just enough to get the point across, at the same moment her hand that was on her side pressing ever so slightly to have her lean against him as if to emphasis the point as he looked down at her. The one thing was, he was actually grateful for her to be able to stay here. The sun would rise in no time at all, perhaps less than an hour, and he would be scrambling to find something that would save him from the sun. Although, he wondered, did she understand that they would be then trapped together for 48 hours straight?
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Post by Farrah Benz on Feb 5, 2017 18:45:53 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he arm around her midsection was surprisingly welcome. Even though the walk wasn't a terribly long one, she still hurt all over and the movement hadn't helped. That Captain Annoying (and, okay, Slightly Helpful) didn't thrust her away the moment they reached her place was a relief, because the sharp decline of the literal rock she lived under would have made her head hit before any other part of her body. She eyed the space, which was only large enough for one person to lay under and be completely shaded, so they either had to lay on each other (lol NOT HAPPENING), or sit up and try to sleep that way. Farrah chose the second option, vehemently and whole-heartedly. The only way she would ever end up on top of or underneath this man would be if they were hiding from something particularly nasty, or if they were dead. And maybe not even during the former scenario.. At his comeback, her mood surprisingly did not evaporate. Instead, she settled on look at him deadpan and groaning, "Don't make me vomit," even though not an hour before she'd been leaning against him and kind of daydreaming about a world where she could relax in the arms of a nice, strong man. Reminder: that was not this world, nor this man. So when she felt the added pressure at her side, Farrah leaned her head back and away from him. "I'll be more than happy to kick you out just so I can watch the flesh sizzle off your bones," she said in way of warning. "Don't think I won't."Life threat issued, she turned in his grasp to extricate herself from his side and carefully positioned herself beneath the sheet of rock. Thankfully, it was almost perfectly upright where it embedded into the ground, so sitting and leaning back against it wasn't horrendously uncomfortable. She semi had to crawl to get to that point though, because a person could only stand upright at the very mouth. It sure as hell wasn't much, but it kept her in one piece so she couldn't complain. As soon as this season passed, she'd probably continue north to find somewhere more permanently habitable. | | ✉ | so much love between these two |
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 6, 2017 20:49:57 GMT -5
Can We Talk Later? I'm A Tad Busy... To her comment ‘Don’t make me vomit’ he barked out a laugh, receiving the exact reaction he was assuming he’d get. Unlike how he, unknowingly, could remind her of someone she knew in the past, Suzie was nothing like the girls from his growing up. After all, she didn't cry after she'd broken her arm, unlike most of the girls he ran into over just a threat. All bravado upfront, but nothing beneath the surface. Much like all the guys too.
He thought about Psycho Suzie for the second time in as many meetings, as he eyed the cave..No, Hole.. that she was calling her home. She stayed in this tiny crawl space for 48 hours at a time? And offered him to stay in it with her? There was space for just one person, semi comfortably, but two people? Perhaps his first conclusion on mutli-personalities girl was correct. After all, last time he tried to sleep near her, she almost knocked his head off – And now she was offering to share a hole with him. Because that's what it reminded him, a hole. It was hurting his neck just thinking about it, although it wasn't as if he hadn't been trained to live long term in many tiny space, sometimes unmoving for an unmentionable amount of time.
How in the world did he manage to be in this position? Oh right. The big beautiful cave, unlike her own, where he could stand and walk around on…ended up causing him to run for his life from the giant worm thing. Yeah. Perhaps she wasn’t as crazy as he initially thought.
Honestly, he should have known better. Staying in a cave without an end. But to be fair, he had stayed there a few nights before to scope it out. Which was the best he had time for as the trees burst into flames around him. The forest itself was starting to take on a mythical haunted forest, with it’s half charred remains still trying it’s darnest to reach high in the sky.
Warily watching her as she crouched down and into the hovel, he clicked his teeth once. Two choices were laid out for him. He could hopefully find a place to crash before the sun would burn him alive, or he could stay in a tiny hole with a girl. Let’s call her Capricious Cassy for today. Who, at the littlest of annoyances, would throw him out, where the sun would burn him alive. What was with her always threatening his life anyways?
It was not long before he was next to her. His arm over his leg, and his eyes staring at a stone he was twisting through his fingers. The perfect stone to sharpen on, as he hadn’t bothered to bring his own sharpening stone, unfortunately. “I think you enjoy threatening my life too much.” Was his one off hand comment, focus staying on the movement in his hand. How long before she got pissy again? ”If I had alcohol I’d play, drink whenever Cassy threatens my life. I don’t think it’d take too long.” Not that he was a big drinker, but PE was causing him to wish he was. He did not like having a clear head.
His lip was quirked upwards on the corner of his mouth. Glancing sideways to her before his attention went to her arm. Wanting to ask on it, but at the same time figuring he’d get barked at again. He just never knew, and yet her bark seemed to have less bite after he wrapped up her arm, so perhaps there was a bit of normalcy to her. But just a bit.
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