people lullaby // { sb;dk;tumblehoes;enzo }
Nov 25, 2018 11:23:59 GMT -5
Post by aya on Nov 25, 2018 11:23:59 GMT -5
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Not that Lex knows anything about yoga, but supine stodgy lumber is absolutely as real a pose as anything that Denali has been doing. Just because she's lying on her back, eyes closed, arms clasped to her sides and legs stiff does not mean it isn't a stretch. It feels amazing on her shoulders and her back. No, she isn't sleeping — her limbs wouldn't look quite so organized if she were. Besides, do sleeping tributes affirm the fuck out of themselves? Lex thinks not.
[attr="id","lSpeech"]"I am the universe and the universe is me. My heart is light. Exhale all of the stupid fucking nonsense that has no place in your head. Inhale calmness and clarity. I am great at bullshit affirmations. Totally crushing it. Fuck yeah."
"Fuck yeah."
The sudden agreement from right beside her damn near startles Lex out of her skin. She scrambles to a sitting position, inner fucking peace evaporating in an instant. ([attr="id","lSpeech"]"Fuck — !" "Good morning to you, too." [attr="id","lSpeech"]"You sleep weird." "You're one to talk. Your snoring sounds like a pack of angry bears got lost up your nose.")
They hastily pack their scattered belongings into the RLS Trolley Problem. Deprived of sleep and of inner peace, Lex is anxious to get moving. The camaraderie the previous night was unexpected but enjoyable, so surely something terrible must be lurking around the corner. She's forgotten too many times, but this is the Hunger Games. Going forward, she needs to remember — her life depends on it. There would be no rekindling of the previous night's campfire.
Only, Denali's got other ideas about the extinguished remnants. She dips two fingers from each hand into the ash and sneaks twin strips under each of Lex's eyes. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Hey!" Maintaining eye contact and a shit-eating grin, she paints a matching set on her own cheeks.
Lex's mind empties more effectively in that instant than it did the entire night spent meditating and reflecting. A stupid smile spreads across her face to fill the void where thought and sense once lived. Even the birds go silent all at once.
Then the earth seizes.
Lex finds herself quite literally swept off her feet. Their rickety landship trembles with the tremor, sending the birds into aerials. The ground fissures and splits, wrenching the old iron railroad tracks free from one another.
Denali hauls Lex back to her feet and drags her towards the back of the ship. Swapping casual complaints about the situation, they push from the back until the trolley's inertia takes over and they find a downslope to carry them from danger. ([attr="id","lSpeech"]"Fuck everything about this." "This is a stupid way to die." [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Yep, even dumber than getting stabbed by a tree." "This is what your snoring sounds like, by the way!")
A deeper rumbling subsumes the initial quake, demolition echoing across the landscape as the mine collapses in on itself. On the horizon, a dust cloud blooms sparkle-studded, flecks of precious metal sent airborne with the rest of the rubble. From a distance, the disaster is beautiful.
The travel time passes more quickly with Denali thumbing through the previous night's photos. A picture of Bette and Lex whittling whales next to one another is waved in her face. "Look how grumpy you are!" The series of everyone comparing wounds follows: lacerations, stab wounds, fingers sliced clean off. But it's the ones of the whole group of them — mooing together, laughing — that are the hardest to look at. Strangers in a hard situation shouldn't be smiling together. They shouldn't look like they're just some kids around a campfire. Even if that's exactly what they are. It's worse knowing they'll never go back to that.
The flock of terrorbirds squawk in sudden alarm, and Lex spots it too: another condor like the one she killed yesterday struts in the distance. This one is larger and somehow even rattier looking. But if she's got the jump on it today, she ought take it out before it tears another stripe in her cheek. She lights up her hatchets and looses one.
[attr="id","lSpeech"][ attacks enzo, flaming throwing axe ]
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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ 10063 -- Severed Ear -- 8 damage ; extinguished ]
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