Barefoot Blue Jean Night [Tsar]
Dec 27, 2011 18:12:18 GMT -5
Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Dec 27, 2011 18:12:18 GMT -5
Astatine scowled. She knew all too well that she should have gotten out of there as soon as possible, but she was never given the chance. She didn’t need him to remind her of that. If she had been able to see correctly she would have never even wandered into that part of the district to begin with. And yes, he could have been really bad despite her having him choose that. He was giving mixed signals, which were confusing the heck out of her. She wanted him to choose which person he was going to be, the cruel person who kicked her face into the ground, or the kind person who comforted her. She supposed he simply didn’t understand what her question had implied. He wasn’t very bright, was he?[/size]
”If I could have, I would.” The small girl muttered under her breath, a dejected look on her face that was almost impossible to see in the darkness. But Ishmael continued to talk. And talk he did. In fact, he really was quite talkative. He even let slip that it was hard to come by people worse than him. She had been right! That all was simply a ruse to gain some sort of trust from her. Fear crept to the surface again as she thought about the type of person this man before her could be, the crimes he could have committed. It was exciting, in a horrifying way.
What would he have done if he knew that she couldn’t have been able to find her way home on her own? If he had known just how vulnerable she was at that very moment. But he never gave her a chance to display that weakness. There he was, offering to walk her home. Hysteria bubbled up inside of her. Was her father still at work? Was her brother out looking for her somewhere? Was anybody even home that could be hurt by that man? If it came down to it, Astatine would have been willing to do anything to protect her family from that beast. That horrifyingly enticing beast. Even her own life she would have been willing to put on the line to protect her family. Her father was important to the scientific community and her brother was on his way to starting a family just as her eldest brother had. Astatine had nothing like that, she was of lesser importance, therefore if need be she would take one for the team. It made the most logical sense.
When he started heading towards the tree line which was barely visible to Astatine, her heart leapt in hope. Even somebody with perfect vision would have a hard time navigating the forest on a moonless night! If she were to get far enough away from him she could hide out until morning. Thank goodness for those wonderful trees! Oh, if only Ishmael knew that he was leading her to possible safety! The last thing she heard him was his ‘encouragement’ to keep up. But, much to her dismay he had become all but a black blur, barely recognizable from the passing trees. If she wanted to get out of there alive she would need to get away from him, but before she got away from him she would need to travel with him deep enough into the woods, and for that she needed to actually see where he was going.
Boldly, Astatine reached out to feel for him in front of her, and when her small fingers reached the hot skin of his back she carefully reached down to link her tiny finger in the closest belt loop of his pants. It would have been far less embarrassing had he been wearing a shirt, but sadly it was either that or his arm. ”Sorry, night blindness.” she said automatically in her quiet voice. She almost kicked herself afterwards. If he heard her, he would then know part of her predicament, which would not fall in her favor. And so she quickly changed the subject to menial small talk, her voice quivered. ”Ishmael… how…how old are you?”
”If I could have, I would.” The small girl muttered under her breath, a dejected look on her face that was almost impossible to see in the darkness. But Ishmael continued to talk. And talk he did. In fact, he really was quite talkative. He even let slip that it was hard to come by people worse than him. She had been right! That all was simply a ruse to gain some sort of trust from her. Fear crept to the surface again as she thought about the type of person this man before her could be, the crimes he could have committed. It was exciting, in a horrifying way.
What would he have done if he knew that she couldn’t have been able to find her way home on her own? If he had known just how vulnerable she was at that very moment. But he never gave her a chance to display that weakness. There he was, offering to walk her home. Hysteria bubbled up inside of her. Was her father still at work? Was her brother out looking for her somewhere? Was anybody even home that could be hurt by that man? If it came down to it, Astatine would have been willing to do anything to protect her family from that beast. That horrifyingly enticing beast. Even her own life she would have been willing to put on the line to protect her family. Her father was important to the scientific community and her brother was on his way to starting a family just as her eldest brother had. Astatine had nothing like that, she was of lesser importance, therefore if need be she would take one for the team. It made the most logical sense.
When he started heading towards the tree line which was barely visible to Astatine, her heart leapt in hope. Even somebody with perfect vision would have a hard time navigating the forest on a moonless night! If she were to get far enough away from him she could hide out until morning. Thank goodness for those wonderful trees! Oh, if only Ishmael knew that he was leading her to possible safety! The last thing she heard him was his ‘encouragement’ to keep up. But, much to her dismay he had become all but a black blur, barely recognizable from the passing trees. If she wanted to get out of there alive she would need to get away from him, but before she got away from him she would need to travel with him deep enough into the woods, and for that she needed to actually see where he was going.
Boldly, Astatine reached out to feel for him in front of her, and when her small fingers reached the hot skin of his back she carefully reached down to link her tiny finger in the closest belt loop of his pants. It would have been far less embarrassing had he been wearing a shirt, but sadly it was either that or his arm. ”Sorry, night blindness.” she said automatically in her quiet voice. She almost kicked herself afterwards. If he heard her, he would then know part of her predicament, which would not fall in her favor. And so she quickly changed the subject to menial small talk, her voice quivered. ”Ishmael… how…how old are you?”
