Ted. No, Dead! [Open to Reactions]

“Ted! Ted? Ted!?” Maggie cries, feeling around the room for her small bear. She couldn’t find him anywhere, and she had already dug out the drawers of her roommates. After a bit of cursing from them, something thrown, someone bumped into, she still could not find her best friend. She’d started to sob only twenty minutes ago, but no one was helping her. Eventually she wonders if Philly had gotten a hold of him, and her blood runs cold. What if she did? Then, Ted could be anywhere. But Philly never hid Ted somewhere she couldn’t find him, only a place she would have trouble finding him. That usually meant the woods, but recently there had been a bit more security there and even Philly mightn’t be able to get in there. That meant only one other place – the square.

Technically, Maggie was not supposed to leave the upper floor except for meal times. She was good at navigating, but the other girls liked to rearrange things so she would knock them over and the people who owned the house would get very angry. Going down the stairs, she is thankful she didn’t hear too many voices. It was a weekend, but that didn’t specifically mean everyone was home. Most of the girls visited friends, or stayed in their rooms to do whatever it was they did. Normal people stuff. Reading, writing, drawing, singing. Maggie liked hearing singing, too bad the girls she knew were dead terrible at it. Maggie couldn’t sing if her life depended on it, things might die from torture.

As she reaches the front door, which was right ahead of the stairs, she opens it carefully, waiting for it to hit the tree that grew right by it so she knew where exactly to go. As soon as she begins to walk though, she steps on something soft. Bending down, she picks it up and feels it carefully. Four long things, a big ball with two dots and something like string making a long line. Two ears. Very, very soft. It could only be one thing – Ted. She hugs him, giggling and smiling. “I’m so glad I found you!” Her soft, light voice barely breaks a whisper.

Carefully, hesitantly, she takes a few more steps forward, having practically memorized three routes. One to the baker, one to the candle store (scented candles were a certain delight of her’s), and the young girl who had such a lovely singing voice, and all those sound makers. One was called… a foote? And another… sack phone? It was hard for even her to hear correctly through such thick windows. She had to be rich or something. If only Maggie could word up the courage to befriend her.

Right now she was taking the route to the candle store, although sometimes she got lost in the crowd of the square, she usually managed in the end. She was not as stupid as some people thought she was. As she approaches the loud noise, and feels the first tap of a human getting too close, she moves to the sides, to walk against windows and doors. Store owners tended not to like that, but hey, it was what worked! Soon though, Maggie is convinced she took a wrong turn somewhere. The crowd was thinner and the sounds were quieter. Something was dripping… the warmth of the sun was almost gone.

“Ted, where are we?” Maggie whispers. I don’t know, he replies. She very suddenly screams, jumping in the air and dropping Ted on the ground. She lands, but on her bottom, and holds her ankle, rubbing the wet wound. She begins to cry, feeling around for Ted but grabbing something long and scaly. Throwing it far away, she screams again, shaking and searching desperately for her friend. Ripred, that foot hurt. And it was so numb – she could feel it spreading up her leg so fast. Perhaps three minutes later she was no longer searching, only panicking at the increasing strangeness of feel in her leg. Had it bitten her? Was that a snake? Was it poisonous?

“Ted! Ted? Ted?!” she cries once, before falling into silence and lying down on her side. Her tongue was very dry. The ankle was itchy, but she remembered her mother telling her not to scratch mosquito bites. This wasn’t a mosquito bite though, it was bigger, more painful, wetter. She couldn’t feel it after a little while, but seven minutes later she is still as stone, white as a ghost. Perhaps she was a ghost, roaming with her mother in a realm of darkness. Or maybe she had finally seen the light she had never caught sight of in her lifetime.

For Maggie Oakson of District 7 was deceased.

{You may post… perhaps finding her/reporting the death to peacekeepers/your character freaking out about a dead person or whatever you want. Just know I’m not going to reply, this was intended as a one shot to help get my charrie count down. If you want to know, Ted (the stuffed bear she considered her only friend) is about a meter away from her. Thanks! By the way… CHAR WHORES UNITE}