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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 2:23:12 GMT
| I AM NO LONGER A LIABILITY I AM A WARRIOR SAME AS YOU ONCE WERE |
Harper’s heart was pounding—her pulse hammering violently in her ears as she took to the ground at a steady jog. She had been patrolling around the dropship when poison fog hit and she’d been chased away from camp. She was lost; hopelessly so. It had been at least five hours and she felt as if she had been running in the wrong direction. Thirst lead her down a hill, hoping that she would eventually find a stream or a river. Anything to hydrate... She was so dizzy. When she did find water, she fell to her knees on the bank. Her breathing was heavy as she moved her gun to the side and let it drop; hanging off her shoulder as she cupped her hands and took wild gulps of the narrow stream water—not even sure if it was safe.
A sound made her freeze though... it could have been animal, or she could be neck deep in grounder territory. She grabbed her gun once again and held it up, staring through the sights as she scanned the woods. Her skin was pale and sickly from her dehydration, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. Still, she couldn’t see anything. She saw no animals or grounders through the sights. They were not in the trees or in the bush... at least, not that she could see. It was terrifying. She felt like somebody was there, watching her... Slowly she got up with her gun still raised, looking around the surrounding area still. “Hello?” she called out quietly in a dry voice... as though a grounder would answer.
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Post by ash on Mar 20, 2016 16:58:51 GMT
Stupid damn mountain. Roan had come to close to Mount Weather. He noticed by the fog ascending over the area. It send him running, for his life. Roan knew usually it was impossible to outrun the fog, but by some dumb luck and a steep fall, Roan managed to get out of the perimeter of the god just by inches. A part of his arm was itching, burning from the acid, but that was nothing compared to possible death. His next goal was any stream. He needed the liquid, water, to clean his wound and perhaps the seaweed grew there, allowing him to treat the wound as he should.
As Roan approached the stream, he noticed someone close by. He stopped, watched her, a girl, through the bush first. Her clothing was unfamiliar. And she spoke in English, but there was no way she was of the Mountain. She didn’t look like a mountain man. She didn’t wear this weird protective suit. Roan slowly came out, raising one hand, while having the other hang. “Hello.” He replied. “Think you can share the water?” He didn’t know if she was friend or foe, but he decided to be friendly first, he could always fight here, he had no problem with fighting or punching women!
@harp
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 22:42:09 GMT
| I AM NO LONGER A LIABILITY I AM A WARRIOR SAME AS YOU ONCE WERE |
Harper’s response was immediate. Her gun shifted; aiming at the grounder out of fear as he spoke. English. Pure and clear—and she knew Bellamy would want her to shoot. Maim, maybe... so they could get information... But it was hard to shoot a person who was clearly not threatening you. Harper’s hands shook as she took a few steps back, but she kicked her water canister towards him. With wide eyes she stared, not sure how to respond.
“You speak enlgish,” she said after a moment after taking a step too far into the river. The water soaked into her shoe, but she didn’t want to move. “I didn’t know your people spoke English...” It added a humanity aspect to them that in truth scared Harper even more.
She kept her gun up, ready to shoot in a moment if he turned on her—but the sound of a horn pierced the silence and made her stiffen. Did that mean it was over? Or that there was a second wave of fog coming? Her eyes anxiously darted from the grounder to the surrounding area, not sure what to expect.
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Post by ash on Mar 25, 2016 0:14:18 GMT
Roan lowered himself, exposing the wounded arm and putting it in the stream. He sighed at the sensation of the cooling water around the painful wound, soothing the stinging, almost as effectively as ice could have done, but this was Trikru territory and there was no way she was Trikru. They would not be surprised about his language. Neither would mountain men. They knew a rest of English lived in them as far as he knew. Her not knowing showed him she was entirely something else and he intended to figure out what.
“Of course I do, just like you.” Roan replied, rubbing small circles around his wound to make sure it got cleaned properly, as much as that worked given that the water was not sterile and there was no healer. Before he could ask her something else he heard the Trikru fog horn. A glance at her told her she had no idea what it meant. “Don’t worry. It’s a fog horn. A warning. But we’re outside of the perimeters. The fog only happens in a certain area, we’re just outside of it. It won’t reach here. You can relax.” And he knew she would not, because of him, because he was a stranger and potentially dangerous.
“You’re not Trikru or a Mountain Man. What are you? Where do you come from?”
@harp
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 3:41:02 GMT
| I AM NO LONGER A LIABILITY I AM A WARRIOR SAME AS YOU ONCE WERE |
Relax? Not likely. She watched as the man cleaned his burns and stayed by the river edge with her knife close. She didn't understand. Trikru? Mountain Men? "I don't know what you're talking about," she said boldly. She wasn't about to tell the grounder who didn't know that she came from the sky. From what she knew they wanted her dead. "I'm not going to give you my life story. I am just trying to get... I'm just trying to stay out of the fog." Now that she thought it over, she was acting stupidly. Her paranoia over the grounder made her come across as an idiot. She didn't know a damn thing about this place so she knew she couldn't pass off as a local. She turned away to compose herself and take a long breath before she sat down heavily by the water. Lightly she tugged at her braid with narrowed eyes, wondering if the man was badly hurt.
"I came from the sky," she said finally with a bitter tone. She didn't know what was safe. "I'm just trying to get home. I thought I was going west but I wasn't... so now I'm lost and I don't know where I'm going." Maybe he would know where the dropship landed, or maybe he didn't. She was still trying to process the fact that he spoke her language so well. Maybe Bellamy could question him-- though looking him over now, it seemed unlikely that they would be able to subdue him easily. The man didn't seem like one who would go down without a fight. "I'm lost." |
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Post by ash on Apr 8, 2016 20:52:28 GMT
The sky? He heard rumors of that, he knew there were apparently people in the sky, but he never expected to see them. Well, looked like he got lucky with that, if you wanted to say that. Maybe it wasn’t that lucky, but he knew how to handle himself, he was willing to take a chance. So of course she had no clue what he was talking about. It seemed like he owed her an explanation. “Mountain Men are men living in a mountain not far from here. The fog only occurs around it, as do the reapers – men, killing other men. You will want to try the mountain men at any cost. And the fog. You’ll learn the perimeters eventually.” She would get used to that the longer she – and maybe her people – were on the Ground and in that area. “Trikru are the clan living here. Tree people. There are twelve clans in total. I’m from Azgeda, ice nation. We live north.” Well they lived north, he was banished. “I’m traveling.”
With her being from the sky, there was no surprise she was lost. “Since I don’t know where you came from, I can’t tell you where you went wrong. But I could help you find your way again.” He’d offer it and leave her alone. Maybe it was for the best not to attack without knowing what kind of people sky people are. “I’m Roan by the way. What’s your name, sky girl?” With him offering to take her home, her name was the least she could do, he thought. “Where do you need to go. Do you have any… pinters on which you could find orientation again? I happen to know these woods.”
@harp
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