Dangerous Noises (Open)
Oct 10, 2012 1:23:45 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Oct 10, 2012 1:23:45 GMT -5
The tone of her voice changed a little and made me crinch. I hate it when girls got snappy but hopefully she'd come around if I accept that strange gooey plant so I nodd and reach for the leave. For a moment I inspect it, then take a look at my unwrapped ankle. Just above it the trap has cut deep into my skin and muscle. On the front it's quite deep and still bleeding a lot so I hand the girl the dirty cloth and ask her to press it on the front while I smear the clear gel of the plant onto the back side. It takes all I have not to dart up and jump round on one leg like a lunatic because it stings and burns. To my great surprise that stinging pain quickly subsides and leaves the cut with a strangely textured orange, red mass.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and my face returns from bright red to its normal color. "Holy shit." I mutter.
"I think I'll leave the front, can you wrap it up?"
While I take a moment to look around I voice my thoughts. "So this is an orphanage?" The room is pretty bare except for a few pictures and personal belongings. It's a little old and has probably been used by many before her. "So this is what I escaped, eh?"
To explain what I mean I tell her a story I haven't told anybody for a while and it seems so distant now that it doesn't faze me any more.
"My parents had too many kids. They gave two of us up to foster parents. I guess they were clever by just dropping us off at their doorstep instead of bringing us to a foster home like this...."
My eyes meet hers but it's hard to read her expression. "What's it like being here?"
Outside on the ground floor an older lady picked up a jacket that had fallen off its hook and narrowed her eyes at some dirt. When she slowly bent down she realized that it wasn't dirt but blood. Her eyes widened in shock. Was one of her children injured?
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and my face returns from bright red to its normal color. "Holy shit." I mutter.
"I think I'll leave the front, can you wrap it up?"
While I take a moment to look around I voice my thoughts. "So this is an orphanage?" The room is pretty bare except for a few pictures and personal belongings. It's a little old and has probably been used by many before her. "So this is what I escaped, eh?"
To explain what I mean I tell her a story I haven't told anybody for a while and it seems so distant now that it doesn't faze me any more.
"My parents had too many kids. They gave two of us up to foster parents. I guess they were clever by just dropping us off at their doorstep instead of bringing us to a foster home like this...."
My eyes meet hers but it's hard to read her expression. "What's it like being here?"
Outside on the ground floor an older lady picked up a jacket that had fallen off its hook and narrowed her eyes at some dirt. When she slowly bent down she realized that it wasn't dirt but blood. Her eyes widened in shock. Was one of her children injured?
