[.}When.WORSE.Comes.to.WORST{.][Aya, Haymitch]
Jun 6, 2009 15:04:58 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jun 6, 2009 15:04:58 GMT -5
(OOC- Woah. Look what finally exists. o.o
Now... let's kill someone, shall we?
)
Aranica wasn’t made for mining.
Her brother was, she bet. She remembered very little of him, but what she did remember was accompanied by an air of strength. When they were little and alone, it had been him who was strong enough, big enough, to carry them through it. Until she had found the rocks, he had protected her from the scary things, taken care of her, brought her food... Yes, he would undoubtedly be good at mining.
But even though Ara was small and frail, she loved mining. She loved not being able to see the clouds, and she loved working with other people, and most of all she loved the fact that not only was she surrounded by close walls, she was surrounded by walls of rocks. There were few better ways she could think of to spend a day than working with and talking to her best friends. And she was always learning more about them; the black coal that she was supposed to be extracting was far from the only type of rock down there, and she enjoyed looking at and talking to everyone she found. It was not uncommon for her to swipe a lamp and, as the last shift left, hide in a crevice until the mines emptied, simply so that she got to spend more time in them; unfortunately, her sense of time was very bad down here, and she had nearly gotten caught several times, but that wasn’t enough to make her give it up.
Which was what she had done now. This time she had managed to snag a hard hat with a light instead of a gas lamp, and was having a grand time showing a small circle of rocks how it worked. Flick a switch, the light went on; flick it again, and the light went away.
“And look, watch- wait, can I use one of you to hit myself on the head?” Realizing how odd that sounded, Ara shook her head. “I won’t get hurt, promise.”
The rocks mumbled between themselves for a few moments, sounding worried, before one of them volunteered. She picked it up, put the hat on, and clunked herself on the head as hard as she could. It hurt more than she was expecting, and she nearly dropped the rock in surprise; excited babbling broke out around her, and she raised a mostly steady hand to quiet them. “I’m okay!”
“I’m not,” the crystal she had hit her with- she couldn’t remember what it said its name was- complained, though only half-heartedly. “That thing if hard!”
“Told you,” Aranica said, giggling. “I don-”
“Shut up a moment!” a nearby piece of coal snapped. “Listen! I think you’ve overstayed your boundaries again, Ara.”
The twelve-year-old raised her head, ears straining, and after a moment realized that the coal was right. With a muffled sound of distress she surged to her feet and flicked the light on the hat off; stepping as lightly as she possibly could, letting the rocks and her sense of touch guide the way, she found a hopefully-unused fracture in the wall and slipped into it just as the lights of the approaching shift began to illuminate the area. Unfortunately, it was more akin to a cave than a tunnel, and didn’t follow through, and Ara was forced to press herself as far against the wall as possible as people began to pass by.
I am in so much trouble.
[/color]Now... let's kill someone, shall we?
)Aranica wasn’t made for mining.
Her brother was, she bet. She remembered very little of him, but what she did remember was accompanied by an air of strength. When they were little and alone, it had been him who was strong enough, big enough, to carry them through it. Until she had found the rocks, he had protected her from the scary things, taken care of her, brought her food... Yes, he would undoubtedly be good at mining.
But even though Ara was small and frail, she loved mining. She loved not being able to see the clouds, and she loved working with other people, and most of all she loved the fact that not only was she surrounded by close walls, she was surrounded by walls of rocks. There were few better ways she could think of to spend a day than working with and talking to her best friends. And she was always learning more about them; the black coal that she was supposed to be extracting was far from the only type of rock down there, and she enjoyed looking at and talking to everyone she found. It was not uncommon for her to swipe a lamp and, as the last shift left, hide in a crevice until the mines emptied, simply so that she got to spend more time in them; unfortunately, her sense of time was very bad down here, and she had nearly gotten caught several times, but that wasn’t enough to make her give it up.
Which was what she had done now. This time she had managed to snag a hard hat with a light instead of a gas lamp, and was having a grand time showing a small circle of rocks how it worked. Flick a switch, the light went on; flick it again, and the light went away.
“And look, watch- wait, can I use one of you to hit myself on the head?” Realizing how odd that sounded, Ara shook her head. “I won’t get hurt, promise.”
The rocks mumbled between themselves for a few moments, sounding worried, before one of them volunteered. She picked it up, put the hat on, and clunked herself on the head as hard as she could. It hurt more than she was expecting, and she nearly dropped the rock in surprise; excited babbling broke out around her, and she raised a mostly steady hand to quiet them. “I’m okay!”
“I’m not,” the crystal she had hit her with- she couldn’t remember what it said its name was- complained, though only half-heartedly. “That thing if hard!”
“Told you,” Aranica said, giggling. “I don-”
“Shut up a moment!” a nearby piece of coal snapped. “Listen! I think you’ve overstayed your boundaries again, Ara.”
The twelve-year-old raised her head, ears straining, and after a moment realized that the coal was right. With a muffled sound of distress she surged to her feet and flicked the light on the hat off; stepping as lightly as she possibly could, letting the rocks and her sense of touch guide the way, she found a hopefully-unused fracture in the wall and slipped into it just as the lights of the approaching shift began to illuminate the area. Unfortunately, it was more akin to a cave than a tunnel, and didn’t follow through, and Ara was forced to press herself as far against the wall as possible as people began to pass by.
I am in so much trouble.
