[.}and the days.s t r e t c h.on{.][>Day Five<]
Jun 29, 2010 21:07:48 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jun 29, 2010 21:07:48 GMT -5
Of all the items she'd lost access to in the hurricane, the one Aranica missed least was the probably the tent she'd been sleeping in. She hadn't really had time to befriend it as she had, say, her medical kits, so she didn't have that attachment to it. This also gave her an excuse to utilize the shelter-making skills she'd learned in the training center, which made her feel rather less useless than she had been deeming herself for the past several days. The tents had been a tad bit more comfortable, but given that Ara had spent three and a half (albeit dimly-remembered) years sleeping on a hard stone floor, she was kind of used to discomfort.
Honestly, Ara had absolutely no idea why she was thinking about tents. Of course, she had to think about something, because she couldn't get to sleep and lying there staring at the wooden sides of her makeshift shelter gave her mind way too many opportunities to go wandering off in all directions. because thinking about the lost tents led her to thinking about lost tent bags, which led her to thinking about lost things in general, including lost tributes. Which was exactly the line of thinking that she was trying to avoid.
She tried to be cheerful by reminding herself that no more of her friends had died last night, but that sent her mind rambling down a path she really didn't want to explore. She yanked herself away from mental images of the friends who had already died, but that got her to thinking about how she had found out that her allies had lived past last night. That just led to images of Ree's face in the sky, followed by memories of Ree (still alive), the cloud-assassin, and her conversation with Semper. Somehow her mind managed to morph that conversation into an argument with Papero, who had somehow been turned into a zombie by the clouds.
Aranica hit her head against the ground a couple times. She wasn't even asleep and she was still having nightmares. Really, it was no wonder she was only catching minimal rest.
Eventually she managed to drift off to sleep, but it was a fitful, half-hearted affair that involved snatches of memories and nightmares turning into what seemed like reality, causing her to wake up over and over again. Cradling her rock helped a little, but not much; even its presence could only do so much to do reassure her at this point.
Finally, shortly before the sun was due to come up, she gave up on getting any sleep. Moving carefully so as not to awaken Dru (if her friend was even asleep, which she may very well not be), she made her way out of the little shelter, being careful to keep inside the dense plant cover so that the clouds didn't see her. (They hadn't talked to her for a good several hours, and she wanted to keep it that way.) For a time she sat there, holding whispered conversations with her rock and the plants and the dirt. Since she had risked some of the island's water late the previous night and hadn't died yet, she drank a bit more, and tried to scrub off some of the black dust that clung to her skin. (It didn't work, so she gave up after a bit; it was good camouflage, anyway.)
None of it really mattered much in the long run- she was just trying to pass the time and avoid thinking about the previous day at the same time. It was kind of therapeutic, though, to just sit and relax for a bit, at least insofar as it was possible to relax right now.
((OOC- ... Yeah, whatever. Oh well, at least it's up. XP))
Honestly, Ara had absolutely no idea why she was thinking about tents. Of course, she had to think about something, because she couldn't get to sleep and lying there staring at the wooden sides of her makeshift shelter gave her mind way too many opportunities to go wandering off in all directions. because thinking about the lost tents led her to thinking about lost tent bags, which led her to thinking about lost things in general, including lost tributes. Which was exactly the line of thinking that she was trying to avoid.
She tried to be cheerful by reminding herself that no more of her friends had died last night, but that sent her mind rambling down a path she really didn't want to explore. She yanked herself away from mental images of the friends who had already died, but that got her to thinking about how she had found out that her allies had lived past last night. That just led to images of Ree's face in the sky, followed by memories of Ree (still alive), the cloud-assassin, and her conversation with Semper. Somehow her mind managed to morph that conversation into an argument with Papero, who had somehow been turned into a zombie by the clouds.
Aranica hit her head against the ground a couple times. She wasn't even asleep and she was still having nightmares. Really, it was no wonder she was only catching minimal rest.
Eventually she managed to drift off to sleep, but it was a fitful, half-hearted affair that involved snatches of memories and nightmares turning into what seemed like reality, causing her to wake up over and over again. Cradling her rock helped a little, but not much; even its presence could only do so much to do reassure her at this point.
Finally, shortly before the sun was due to come up, she gave up on getting any sleep. Moving carefully so as not to awaken Dru (if her friend was even asleep, which she may very well not be), she made her way out of the little shelter, being careful to keep inside the dense plant cover so that the clouds didn't see her. (They hadn't talked to her for a good several hours, and she wanted to keep it that way.) For a time she sat there, holding whispered conversations with her rock and the plants and the dirt. Since she had risked some of the island's water late the previous night and hadn't died yet, she drank a bit more, and tried to scrub off some of the black dust that clung to her skin. (It didn't work, so she gave up after a bit; it was good camouflage, anyway.)
None of it really mattered much in the long run- she was just trying to pass the time and avoid thinking about the previous day at the same time. It was kind of therapeutic, though, to just sit and relax for a bit, at least insofar as it was possible to relax right now.
((OOC- ... Yeah, whatever. Oh well, at least it's up. XP))