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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 3, 2011 19:34:05 GMT -5
Ivan looked wide-eyed at her drained face, opening his jacket he place it on top of her to keep her warm, "Shh, Im fine now, I own you my life and my name, Its Ivan, but no time for talk, rest." He quickly muttered to her as he felt the strength in him to stand up. Slowly, not trusting her healing abilities gave more and more pressure to his foot as the snow built, they needed a fire, and fast. He was relieved when he found he could stand, and he started to walk around and gather firewood, looking back at the guardian angel that saved him, to make sure she is still alive.
Finally after about five minutes of intense gathering, he was ready to make a fire. Ivan nervously sat in the cold, building his fire as she rested in the blanket of warm surrounding her. Ivan felt a new strength in him as he manually attempted to create fire, with little success but smoke. He looked at her will almost pleading eyes for just a spark, to get the fire going.
As he sat on the now snow filled floor, he whispered
"Could you provide one last spark?" He paused "Thats all i need"
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 3, 2011 20:16:56 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself. If all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.” ::::::::::::::::: Numb. It spread up her arms and down to her legs as Robin became increasingly aware of the building snow around her. Then Ivan, he was called, reached down and gave her his jacket, Robin inwardly about to protest-- after all, she had her own. But then he stood and Robin smiled inwardly-- quite proud of her work, loosing her train of thought. Last time had been pretty much a total and utter failure, but her powers seemed to have focused more, and Ivan looked much better. Exhaling and watching a cloud of her breath rise into the air, Robin sat silently and watched Ivan gather fire-wood. She wanted to help, Robin really did, but her legs wouldn't respond-- they were two weak from the transaction. So the girl instead clutched her knees close to her chest, trying not to shiver-- and closed her eyes as if to shut the snow out as Ivan gathered the firewood. "Could you provide one last spark? That's all I need."Does it work that way? Robin stared at her hands, white snowflakes falling on them as she outstretched them. She didn't think so-- but what was the harm in trying? So for one last time, Robin reached out and touched the building fire-place, fingers flickering blue for a moment-- and as her hands drew back, the residue turned a cheery yellow and white, devouring the kindle in the base of the fire. |
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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 4, 2011 4:16:47 GMT -5
Ivan sighed as she provided the spark he needed. Ivan then nurtured the fire to the best of his ability and it began to grow. Like our friendship right now, it grew steadily until, it was to the point it needed no help, just the occasional log. Ivan stood around, he needed a way to make pine tea, there were pines everywhere but nothing useful but his plastic water bottle and some bark.
An idea, sparked him, he collected the snow and lots of pin needles, stuffed them into the bottle. Since the bark was wet and cold from the snow he laid the bark down onto a stable place on the fire. Ivan smiled as he watched the snow met, turn lukewarm and then begin to slightly boil for the next few minutes. As the bark was at its turning point of ignition Ivan took the bottle, and quickly gave it to the girl to drink. "You need it, it may not taste good but you need it"
Ivan then sat down next to the girl and watched the fire giving us warmth.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 4, 2011 10:19:44 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” ::::::::::::::::: Robin numbly took the bottle, smiling as the warmth from the bottle gave her goosebumps all up her arm. It was almost too hot to hold, but there was a dull relief to just hold it there in her hands. Then, she quickly unscrewed the top of the bottle and took on or two sips, not really caring about the fact that the taste almost made her gag it back out-- but concentrated on the fact that it was warm, and it filled her stomach. "And you need some too," Robin said quietly, voice almost hoarse. She coughed once to clear it, and held the warm cup out to him with almost anxious eyes. As much as she needed something warm, he did too-- probably more than she did, he was the one standing and not crouched in resistance to the biting wind. After handing it to him, Robin let her head rest back on her knees, hair almost now completely white for the simple snow falling on it. She hugged her knees close to her chest and closed her eyes-- trying to think of something else, something better than the cold,or the snow, or... |
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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 4, 2011 10:31:46 GMT -5
Ivan shrugged at the girl trying to give her some of his 'tea'. He took it gently nonetheless, sipped it, letting the warmth slide into him and disperse throughout his body. After he finished it, feeling new again, he step the bottle to cool in the snow. And he started to brush some of the snow away from him. He then walked over and sat down. When he got comfortable he spoke "What I need, is your name." He finished with a cough that was held in for quite some time now. He started to regain his mind, remembering where the academy was and how to get back.
It was getting pretty dark, so he checked the time, brushing the frozen snow and blood from his watch. "Its half past ten, you need some sleep." He spoke to her in almost a commanding tone. He examined the moon and the clouds covering it. He started get a bit tired just looking at the sky.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 4, 2011 10:44:54 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat” ::::::::::::::::: Robin watched silently with lidded eyes as he downed the tea. It had never been strange for her to be able to see in total darkness, or through closed eyes. It had been something she had grown up with, so why would it be weird? In fact, it took a good ten years of her life to figure out that other people couldn't do that either. She thought she had been the same as everyone else-- and upon moving to the academy, she found it very mind protecting not to peer through walls regularly. It kept her mind from being permanently scared. But then-- "My name?" It almost sounded crazy, asking for her name right then. But, Ivan had given her his, so it was only fair. "My name... Is Christina, but no one calls me that." They usual reply-- but of course after that usually came the question 'why?'. "They call me Robin, it's a sort of nickname that I gave to myself a long time ago." And then, sleep? "Here? Now?" She almost laughed for a second, it seemed so crazy-- yet so inevitable. Yet, falling asleep in these conditions were never good. They could possibly never wake up-- which was always the slight downfall to the situation. |
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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 4, 2011 12:21:04 GMT -5
Ivan sat there, regaining his strength and wishing he was in his bed right now. The pain from the fall still lingered even through the immense morphine and healing powers of Robin. He sighed lightly, watching his breathe turn into a small cloud, then dissipate into the world around him. He understood giving yourself a nickname "Both names would have fit you well, nonetheless." He labored out as his back stiffened from leaning against the tree too much.
Ivan took a deep breath again, almost like he was smoking a cigarette like he used to back home. The brands here in America were too weak to satisfy his addiction so he broke it the hard way... Jail. He then frowned at Robins reply, "You need the rest, How do you expect yourself to walk after you saved my life with nearly yours?" He sounded concerned, It was now his duty to get her back to were she needed to be, at the academy
"Besides," he shuffled his feet, "I can do well tonight with sleep."
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 4, 2011 12:46:52 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.” ::::::::::::::::: "Okay," The girl said, after a moment of silence-- thinking. She could buy that-- and Robin didn't think she could stay awake much longer anyway. There was that half-awake lingering feeling, her face warm through the fire, and back cool to the snow. Her head plopped back onto her knees, and Robin pulled her hood down over her eyes as she buried her face into her knees-- trying to get as warm and comfortable as possible. The snow continued to fall, and it rapidly continued to create new snow-drifts around, and gathered in the branches of the pines above. It was peaceful, very peaceful-- and quite deadly cold-- but peaceful and calming none the less. Eventually, Robin did fall asleep, still sitting up while leaning on her knees-- not doubting Ivan that they would be okay in the morning. |
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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 4, 2011 13:21:00 GMT -5
Ivan sat there, in the now lonely night, looking at the sky and around him for answers. Just as Robin looked like she fell asleep, the nocturnal's came out to play in the snow, to try and build a snow castle. Ivan chuckled a bit as he saw a lonely owl scared of the snow on its branch. "Your just like me little guy.." All alone and with nothing to do..." He wondered if he could even survive staying awake all night. He decided to entertain himself by keeping the now smaller fire alive, to provide Ivan with comfort and heat.
He sighed at his own boredom and started to draw in the steady snow, creating a smiley face and a multitude of other drawings. He finally began to find something to do as he watched the moon and the clouds battle for the amount of light allowed into the forest. While the tree's swayed back and forth creating a dance of shadows and sudden light.
OOC: You wana fast forward to morning? |
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 4, 2011 20:02:01 GMT -5
(OCC: Sure. ^^) ::::::::::::::::: “We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.” ::::::::::::::::: It is very cold in here. That's the first intelligible thought that staggered through Robin's brain as she started to wake up. Eyes still closed, she shook her head, water of melted teardrops of snow trickling down her face. The next thing she thought of was that she was laying down, and that there was someone nearby. And what's wrong with this bed? It's so hard-- oh.Memories returned in an instant, and Robin's eyes opened-- blinking blearily at the nearly inexistent sunlight that peered through her lidded eyes and had woken her up. The snow still fluttered down, slightly harder than she remembered, falling onto her face and melting in less than a full second. Sitting up groggily, Robin peered around until she found Ivan sitting by a nearly dead but still kindling fire. |
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Post by Ivan Alexander Kamenkovich on Jun 4, 2011 20:12:02 GMT -5
Ivan's brain was nearly dead from staying up all night, Finally seeing the sunlight he started to clear the snow from around him. The night snow has turned to a sort of slush of mud, leaves, snow, and frozen water. He stood up and stretched rubbing his head trying to relieve his massive headache. After he stretched for a few minutes, he noticed Robin awake. After she got situated and ready to receive words, Ivan walked over and kneeled to her and whispered
"Good morning." He then stood up and yawned slightly, he wanted to get back as soon as possible to Alexandria just so he can crash on his actual bed. He's had enough of Man plus Girl Vs. Wild. He chuckled at the thought of seeing Bear Gryll's pop out of nowhere with a camera crew following him. He continued to rub his head in utter desperation and boredom to try and get rid of his migraine that developed overnight.
Ivan then looked at Robin with patient eyes as he waited for her to be ready to go back.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Jun 4, 2011 20:52:01 GMT -5
(OCC: Sorry it's short, not much to write.) ::::::::::::::::: “Look inside yourself, on both th warm and cold.
Then grow.” ::::::::::::::::: "Good-Morning," She whispered back, voice still heavy from the cold and sleep. She didn't know how she could've slept out here for so long, or in the snow like that. Shivering slightly, Robin leaned against the tree that had nearly killed Ivan yesterday and used it to get up-- legs feeling stiff and numb from the cold. Like Ivan, all Robin wanted at the moment was to get back to the mansion. Maybe make some of that new hot-chocolate River had gotten her for Christmas. Then curl up and bed and not move for a few hours, maybe sleep somemore. Smiling a the thought, Robin looked up at Ivan and nodded her consent. Now was time to go, before the snow-mush turned to water and soaked them both to the bone. "Let's go." |
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