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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 17:13:52 GMT -5
(Alright Dawn. Since I HAVE to be the one to start this, let me just warn you. My imagination is twisted and horrible and stuff. Robin and Dawn will face their greatest fears, terrible peril, pain/suffering, and a pretty dang awesome story-plot. Get ready.) ::::::::::::::::::::::: "All ideas come about through some sort of observation. It sparks an attitude; some object or emotion causes a reaction in the other person."
:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Robin walked silently off the dirt path. Well, that was an understatement. She had walked off the path nearly an hour ago. Now, she simply sat on a large rock overlooking a particularly large river-- bare-feet dangling into the numbingly cold water-- totally lost in thought.
In fact, she was, if you will, mediating. Trent had warned her that living at this school was going to put her to the ultimate test and that if she didn't practice her abilities-- she could well become very sick or worse. Eyes closed, Robin looked almost serene as the wind picked up speed around her and spread her curly blond hair like a torrent of river on it's own. Her billowy white shirt mimicked her hair, and her sneakers and socks lay discard behind her.
She was channeling her abilities to the school several acres away-- homing her ability to the long distance and hoping that the strain would prove her more resistant to the negative emotions that swarmed the school daily. Maybe get herself somemore sleep. . |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 13, 2011 17:30:23 GMT -5
**the world keeps turning**
River was out for a walk. Obviously. Being this far away from school, you’re not exactly going to class, or got lost getting a drink of water. That would be sad. She did, however, get lost. Barefoot. Face, meet palm. Daydreaming while walking through unfamiliar territory is never a smart move, no matter how good one’s memory might happen to be. She frowns, not recognizing any of the trees around her. And, now, a river. Great. Just because it’s her namesake doesn’t mean she goes out looking for water every chance she gets.
She looks around, her frown deepening, until she sees Robin. Finally. Maybe now she’ll be able to get back to the school. But… Something about the way Robin is sitting makes River hesitate about going up to her. That, and the rushing water right under the other girl. She stands stock still, hoping to just step back and blend into the shadows, find her own way back. Just have to be quiet…
”AACHOOOO!!!”**
(**That was supposed to be a sneeze.)
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 17:46:10 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::::::::: “Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.”
:::::::::::::::::::::::[/center][/size] Shoot.
Robin nearly fell into the river, she was so startled out of her wits. Shoot, shoot, shoot! How could I not have noticed someone so close to me?! Wheeling over backward, Robin leaped to her feet with obvious inhuman grace and around to face the sound-- panic lining her face with small wrinkles. Upon seeing River, every fiber in Robin's body relaxed, and she let out a huge sigh. Robin began to open her mouth to speak, but abruptly cut herself off as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. With a growing sense of horror filling the pit of her stomach, Robin, rigid, turned around and titled her head up toward the sky.
Instead of when Robin had begun, looming black clouds had replaced the fluffy white ones. And worse off, in the distance-- thunder rumbled so violently that the ground shook. Robin froze, a single moment of flash-back consuming her mind.
Mouth dry, Robin turned again to face River. Swallowing, she said, "I don't suppose you know the way out of this forest?" |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 13, 2011 19:57:44 GMT -5
**the world keeps turning**
Thunder rumbles ominously from the sky, making River hold a tree to steady herself. “Nope.” she says weakly, “I was hoping you would.”
The blood races from her face, leaving her even paler than usual porcelain self. She presses backward under the green canopy of leaves, hoping to stay out of the rain. It’s useless. Within moments, the water has cut through the umbrella of the trees, soaking her to the skin. Her muscles tighten, tensing like a rubber band about to snap. A glint of madness appears in her eyes, wide and terrified.
“I have to get out of here. Now.” she gasps.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 20:16:12 GMT -5
(I'm on the iPad, so it might take me longer to reply. Sorry!) Robin didn't reply. She was literally frozen with fear. Storms. Storms were her one greatest fear. She simply stood, ridgid, as the rain came pouring down, down, down... Quite suddenly, her knees wobbled and couldn't support her small frame. Down, down, down... Robins knees hit the mud with a splat, and every par of the girl shook and trembled like a leaf. The storm picked up speed and intensity, wind howling like a crazed wolf. Lightning crackled with it's partner, each giving a small shaking tumor throughout the earth. This wasn't just a storm-- this was a hurricane. And the only two people who hadnt been here long enough to know about it had wandered into it's midst. CRACK! A streak of lightning broke the sky's midnight black shade. BOOM, even worse, the voltage struck a tree nearby-- igniting it into flames of doom and destruction, not even the ferocity of the storm being able to exstinqish it. (  I have to be overdramtic, don't I? Well, you asked for it!) |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 13, 2011 20:28:48 GMT -5
**the world keeps turning**
River screams, high and loud, as the tree next to her bursts into flickering, dancing flames. The hem of her dress catches fire, quickly put out by the sheets of pouring rain around her. Water. Everywhere. Under, over, in, through, around, above, below. Her screaming stops and she darts away, running full kilt. She despises the water, hates it with a burning passion, fears it with every fiber of her being. One side effect of her hacked brain, the slices arcing all over her cranium. How she managed to keep clean for the year she’s been away from the School is anyone’s guess. Maybe a small miracle.
Robin. She the girl falling, slipping in the mud, before remembersthe lightning shocked River slightly back to her senses.
Without fully realizing what she’s doing, she turns and runs to Robin, looping one arm under the girl’s shoulders, pulling up with all her might. “ROBIN! COME ON!” she howls.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 20:40:32 GMT -5
It's been two days. Two days lost in a endless storm. Two days of hunger, exhaustion, raging terror, and two days of wondering why no one came. Did they not care? The lightning crashes again, and Robin screams with all the strength she has left. But suddenly, the scream doesn't belong to her, and it twists into the scream of a girl named River.
Robin is jolted back to reality, the tears trekking sown the side of her face disguised by the heavy rain. Quite suddenly, she realized what happened, and staggers to her feet with River's assistance. Heat scorched her face, even in the chilling rain. There's fire, fire everywhere! Lining the trees, aflame in the bushes, blocking every area and path of escape possible. Except--
"The river!" Robin shouts over the roar of the rain. "We have to go through the river!" her heart clenched with fear, as she remembers how cold-- how bone chilling the water had been. They could easily freeze to death by simply getting soaked. But it s a better option than facing the wrath of fire. |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 13, 2011 20:45:11 GMT -5
**the world keeps turning**
She grits her teeth. She’s already soaked to the bone; walking into a river can’t be much worse. But she has to get back to the academy. Soon. She’s already feeling her feeble grip on reality slipping.
Her bare feet slide over the saturated ground, her toes squenching in the mud. “Can you stand!” she screams, her face inches from Robin’s ear. She can’t do this holding onto someone else. It’s hard enough to be in the rain, but add so much human contact. Gulp.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 13, 2011 20:56:55 GMT -5
Robin doesn't bother to reply, instead standing up on her own and pushes her way against the wind and rain to the river bed. Vaguely, she wonders how deep the water is, and how fast the current is now with the hurricane.
Finally, Robin balled up her courage and half fell, half jumped into the rapids.
The effect is instantaneous. Robin's senses are in haywire as the freezing water is registered in her brain. Everything goes numb, and what's worse is that she can't feel the bottom of the river. Her powerful breaststroke kick is nothing compared to the strength of the river, and before she knows it, she is another 100 yards down the stream-- struggling to mtake a breath under the current. |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 14, 2011 5:23:23 GMT -5
**the world keeps turning**
She sighs in relief as Robin manages to support her own weight. There’s still not really anything to be relieved about, though, seeing as they’re lost in a forest, acres from camp, and it’s raining. How much worse could it get?
Standing at the edge of the river, she pulls up her courage, every last scrap, every speck hiding in the corners of her mind and… She can’t do it. Jumping into a river is, for her, like suicide. She’ll take her chances on land, thank you very much. Doesn’t matter that she can’t get any wetter. She just… Can’t.
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Post by River Tam on Apr 14, 2011 7:36:19 GMT -5
(It's part of the back-story I'm compiling in my head. Water and River don't mix. She doesn't even take proper showers. But she does bathe.
Just swim. She'll keep up, somehow. NOW GO.)
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 15:58:55 GMT -5
::::::::::::::::: “It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"And freezing."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately. ::::::::::::::::: Robin sputtered as she wrongly swallowed water down the opposite wind-pipe. This was NOT fun. Managing to inhale deeply above the surface of the water, she let herself sink below the surface of the water and being carried along with the currents. It wouldn't have been half-bad, except for the occasional boulder, and the numbingly cold temperature of the water.
The girl tried to reach out with her mind, to find River. See if she was okay. River hadn't exactly been confident that day in the while taking that grand-tour with Lily. But the numbing of the water seemed to curl up and into her brain, stopping any real emotions of presences from getting through.
(I would write more... but...) |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 14, 2011 16:09:40 GMT -5
**on the dark side of the moon**
She watches Robin’s curly blonde head appear farther downstream, and pauses a moment to listen. She can hear the trees, groaning in the wind. She can hear them speak. That’s one thing about her omnilinguism-- she can understand plants. Yeah. She heard the tree stuck by lightning screaming. Now, it dawns on her that she should have asked the trees for directions, but trees are so annoying! She prefers not to talk to plants. Makes her look like a total freak.
Another boom of thunder sounds, shocking River into motion. She begins to run, following Robin, her feet slipping and sliding all over the soaking ground.
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I have to be overdramtic, don't I? Well, you asked for it!)