|More Than What We R§VP'd For.| {Piscatus}
Sept 4, 2011 2:09:16 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on Sept 4, 2011 2:09:16 GMT -5
(I'm supposed to post here, but I don't know what for. lol I'll just intrude myself in. *tries to whistle but can't whistle so just frowns*)
Nil Rosewood
"I'm out of that mess."
Nil Rosewood
"I'm out of that mess."
What was a killer at this moment was the absurd humidity. Moisture in the air contributed to a seemingly sticky sensation discovered only in the forest bits of the island, appearing to disappear entirely when one ventured out in the wood-less open. Bugs that skittered in the trees squealed grating cries in loud pitches - so every organism could hear. Acrid smells could practically be tasted from the air; no matter if the ocean was far or near, just the mere expansiveness had covered the island in a salty odor. Between grass bits came a soft cushion of earth to sink a person's feet in, to feel moistness like as though water had merged with the ground and could be extracted for one's drinking pleasure. Everything was cast into sandy brown or lushious green shades, representing the diversity of life to be had in store at the water-locked location.
Those that hailed from District 7 pushed their way through the forest foliage. Their clenched teeth and sweaty faces expressed their feelings towards their strength-draining situation. Their feet were becoming numb with each step taken, chapped epidermis formed a line on their lips, and dried blood droplets manifested on their limbs as they glistened with sweat. Of the two, the girl was growling under her breath, snarling while grinding her teeth slightly; as for the male, he was slouching over, sluggish in movement. He was huffing for air while she was shooting glances all over the area.
Nil stopped suddenly. She put an arm across her brother's chest, a silent gesture to cease all muscle contractions. Her eyes were trained at a hole in the forestry giving sight to a clearing. Right when she noticed the natural peephole was when her ears picked up on voices. Much like the overall situation affecting everyone, it sounded frantic in a sense. Even Jaeman was blinking and twitching frowns as they overheard conversations snippets.
"I think it would be best to join a group, Sis. Their group, maybe." Jaeman threw Nil urgent, pleading eyes as he was whispering. "It's gotta be between survival and death, to join them or not, respectively. Wazzit going to be?"
She shook her head; Nil gave back her own hushed response. "I ain't putting up with anyone's shit. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I ain't trusting any of them fuckers. While we're all in this shithole of a mess, I'd be more than willing to kill any of them." Jaeman was about to say something, but she continued. "Fuck morals. Any one of them - including our cuz - could be the psycho maniac. I'm not willing to risk it and have us two die on this shitty island. Got that?"
Jaeman sighed softly. "You say it like that, everyone is going to suspect you of being the killer, ya know?..."
Shrug.