Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead]

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Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead] Apr 19, 2012 10:50:49 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Apr 19, 2012 10:50:49 GMT -5

What was that? A groan? Noise! But groans aren't usually good... but he made noise so he ain't dead. I lift my head a bit and look at his face. No true changes. "Othal?" I say, trying to be a bit loud, but my voice fails to make any noise except a wheeze-like whisper. I lay back down and rest my head on the ground again, still tired and wanting to sleep. If Othal is okay I want to know though. I don't like not knowing what is going on. Meredith is going to be so worried about me, and Fornax is probably already planning how to cope with my death. I seriously need to get home - as soon as possible. Once this situation is over, of course. Even if my leg didn't hurt so much, I wouldn't be able to leave someone on the ground alone in District 11... at night. Vulnerable is the perfect word for people doing that.

I do what Meredith does - I imagine myself in the best position. Food everywhere, a warm bed, comfortable clothes that aren't too big for me. Except this time I let Othal join in. He doesn't know he's in my dreamland, but maybe it'll get to him somehow. I put us in a mansion, in a room of dark yellow and bright, spring green. It's very magnificent, and for a second it seems real when he lays on the ebd and I stroke the carpet with my hand. So ruff though, the carpet is so, very ruff. Then I remember it's only imaginery, and the carpet is the dirt road Othal and I are stuck on. To add to that, I can see a field snake slither by. I freeze, and luckily he doesn't notice us. This si what I meant by vulnerable. Othal might be dinner for something if he doesn't fully gain conciousness soon.

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"Remember you will never be a runaway. You will be my little wandering star."

Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead] Apr 19, 2012 11:28:44 GMT -5

Post by Nighty the foamy squirrel on Apr 19, 2012 11:28:44 GMT -5

More and more I feel myself fade in, then fade out, then in again. I was drifting in and out of conscious, sight returns to my eyes for several seconds as I open them, but then shut my eyes, drifting out again and almost blinded by the light I saw, wait... Wasn't it night time? I sense my skin getting colder, the scar on my left cheek felt like it was stinging again. The cloth on my wrist tightly secure but not choking my hand, I made sure of that before I left the house, I wasn't going to let my cloth fall off, it was too important. I try to open my eyes a second time, ignoring the noise I hear as I can't understand it properly, maybe it was heaven moving further away? Why can't I tell anything anymore?

I try to force out another groan, but it squeaks and dies. I feel a drip of something on my face after I did that, then another, and another, till it became constant. My whole body became colder and colder till I finally feel the ability to respond. My eyes open and I scan the figure in front of me. Of course my vision was blurry, I rub my eyes with my one available hand which only made things worse for me and I start to pat the floor for the bread, still laying on the floor on my side, I feel contact with something but it felt like a small hand. That wasn't bread. I try to move my head to look and a short snap cracks loudly in my ears, Me thinking it was me causes me to let out a small scream in panic. OW OW OW OW OW OW! Little did I know the crack was an animal just of the path, but it was very weird timing, the hand that touched the smaller one moves to my neck and holds the left side of it, massaging it slowly, what did that? Why did it hurt so much? It was stiffness maybe? Mum said it hurt alot when she was stiff and she moved?

I use my other hand to slip from under me to get behind me, luckily hitting the now slightly wet bread and I very slowly raise it and move it in front of me, how was I going to cover it? That bread meant ALOT, it needed to be kept safe, just like Amity... Urrr.... In this situation... Nothing else. My mind begins to taunt me and I move my hand from my neck, in which the pain was dying to my forehead, now that began to hurt. I rub it gently and stare at the bread. Everything was still very blurry, but the colour made it look like bread. Next to a smaller brown blur, in front of a very fuzzy Amity. I quickly whisper to her, that bread needed to be covered from the cold rain it would be ruined. "Cover the bread.... Please" The last word came out very pained, I knew it, it was difficult to talk or even whisper, the constant ringing my ears that had suddenly developed when I did talk didn't really encourage me to talk me either.

Last Edit: Apr 19, 2012 11:38:20 GMT -5 by Nighty the foamy squirrel

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Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead] Apr 19, 2012 16:50:48 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Apr 19, 2012 16:50:48 GMT -5

It begins raining and Othal starts looking... queer. The rain landing on my leg makes it hurt more. I clamp my jaw tightly and close my eyes. An animals screaches and Othal says something. "Cover the bread... please." He tells me. Seeing his desperation I grab the bread and take my hat from the road close by, and cover it as best I can with it. It's not the best thing to cover it with, but it works a bit better when I hug it to my chest. He looked so pained. "Amity?" A worried voice breaks through the rain. I instinctively jerk my body towards the sounds, sending a wave of pain through my leg and a screach to break through me.

"Amity are you okay?!" I squint through the heavy-growing rain at a mirror image of me. Me? Oh yes, cant forget I'm a triplet. She has one braid, so it's Fornax. That's how you tell us apart. I have the hat and two braids, Meredith had two braids, and Fornax has one braid, which makes her look a bit older. In general my hat makes me look younger, even though I am the same age as them. She comes dashing towards me as though she had just eaten a feast. "We were worried sick-" she stops midsentence looking at Othal and my leg. I haven't really looked at it much yet but I can tell it's bad from her reaction.

Then she spins on her heals and runs back. She's gonna get mom, or dad, or maybe Meredith but hopefully dad. Dad could do the most. I lean towards Othal and whisper, "My sister is getting someone." because that's as high as I can go. Any louder is impossible. After minutes that seem like hours of agony, my dad's figure takes form in the slight distance, and grows bigger. "Amity" he says, losing his breath in relief. "I thought you'd died and- well who's this?" He looks at Othal and then at me. I really don't feel like saying anything. True dramatic moment.

I look at Othal and for a second I feel like soaking up all his pain and throwing it as far as I can, but that's impossible. "Othal." I say slowly, rubbing my hand on his arm. "Othal."

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Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead] Apr 19, 2012 17:29:59 GMT -5

Post by Nighty the foamy squirrel on Apr 19, 2012 17:29:59 GMT -5

I continue to look around and at the girl, watching a yellowish blur appear and cover the two brown ones which causes me to smile a little, the bread was safe in my head now, so now Amity needed to be safe. I try to move closer to her but it was almost as if a 1,000 ton weight was holding me down, I couldn't move. The rain slowly begins to get heavier as a distant voice calls, then a scream of pain, My eyes instantly shoot wide open and I quickly scramble to get up. My vision and strength returning as a feeling bursting through my body I clamber to end up on all fours, then I make the final effort and now I end up on my stomach, suddenly the weight comes back and I collapse on my stomach to the floor. All my body does is let a small "meep" escape. Luckily my vision stayed fine. The rain was now soaking me, I liked rain but not heavy rain. This was becoming heavy... I watch a figure run in the opposite direction. Wait who was that? Why was she just leaving us? I didn't hear her speak, so what was I suppose to think?

I soon hear Amity's whisper and I relax a little, then shut my eyes. I couldn't a big smile come on my face at the thought of being saved from the predicament Amity and myself got into, I wait patiently. Which soon dies after the first minute and the rain continues to fall on me, which makes me do the biggest shift I could muster towards Amity. Though that only gets me about an inch closer? Or something like that, Why was this help taking so long? I look to Amity as much as I could, then my head snaps towards a figure, which causes me to faceplant the floor and let a soft scream in pain, IT HAPPENED AGAIN! I slowly move my hands to my neck and hold both sides, lifting my head up as a man appears. Who was he? Did he come to help? Was he the one that person went to get?

I watch the figure carefully, a faint mimic of him appears beside him, my vision becoming messed up again. I notice him look at me and speak, asking who I was, Amity didn't reply so I replied for her. I-I'm O-Othal s-s-sir, Othal N-Nightbird." All I could pull of was a small whisper, I hope he heard it. Suddenly my arm feels like it is being shaken and I slowly, very slowly look to it, noticing the two hands shaking my two left arms? Oh yeah vision. I look up, trying to act calm through the cold, rain, and new man, and I speak again. Again no more than a whisper. "Y-yes Amity?"

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Finding Bread [Nightbird] [Finished Thead] Apr 26, 2012 17:38:02 GMT -5

Post by Sarella on Apr 26, 2012 17:38:02 GMT -5

I sigh in relief before he even answer me. He's talking alright, maybe not in tip-top best, but he's still talking. "Well then, Othal. We'll have to get you home." My dad says in answer to his name. I look at Fornax, pale as the moon. She's looking at Othal and I like we've been run over by a heard of horses. Although we probably do look that way. Nonetheless, Othal and I will be much better in a bit after this. Talk about near-death experiences. I give a sigh and think about it. I don't want to get dropped by a peacekeeper ever again. I'm just glad my dad is here now though. This is the end of this episode of hunger. It won't be the ultimate end of it all, but tonight I'll be able to think about my new friend. If he'd never have come, who knows where I'd be right now. "Thank you." I tell him. "A lot."