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 Post Apocalyptic The End of the Beginning {Erolliepollie & Tyrus}

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Tyrus, Dec 26, 2017.

  1. Tyrus

    Tyrus Just another weapon Member

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    The sun was setting quickly, descending in the east just below a darkened sky. The clouds began to roll in during the early evening, bringing chill to the air much faster than normal. But being so close together and the act of struggling home negated at least some of the drop. In fact, Arc felt it somewhat refreshing for a while, a welcome break from the harsh sun. They were making good time; most of the walk home was on even ground, and though they were both battered and injured, their will to live was far stronger. But the farther they went, the more landmarks he recognized. That inspired him, brought a 'spring' to his step. More like a pathetic hobble, but he wasn't having to lean so heavily on Madison.

    "There," he said, pointing down into a rocky crevice. There were no lights on, and with only the dim glow of the moon occasionally shining between the clouds, it was practically invisible. But a keen pair of eyes that knew what they were looking for would, in time, spot something inside the crevice that did not match texture and color of the rock. As they approached, it began to take a clearer shape. Tucked tightly between the rocky walls was the fuselage of an old jet. Time and the elements had dulled the paint, but all-in-all it appeared to be intact.

    "It fell when everything else did. Most of the passengers died... took forever to get the smell out. But once I got the chairs out and got the flooring secured, it turned out to be pretty comfortable. Lots of room for me to work. Out of the way... no one bothers me there. C'mon, let me show you around." As the pair picked their way down the path, the plane without wings came into full view. True to his word, the removal of the chairs had added a lot of extra space, though there was still plenty of room to sit. When it settled, it had bent sideways, which Arc had turned into a different room using pieces of sheet metal and some logs he'd scavenged. It even had power, which was something of a rarity out in the Wilds.

    "What do you think?"
     
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  2. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    The rapidly approaching chill of the night stung at her cheeks as they hobbled along. However, the chill helped to numb her pain, and she had the heat that radiates off of Arc, so it didn’t seem so bad. As they walked, she felt his step become more lively, making her pick up her head and look around. As he pointed, telling her where the shelter was located, she squinted at the rock he seemed to be gesturing to, not seeing anything particularly out of place. She trusted him, however, so she met his requests to continue walking, and carried them further to the crevice. When the pair got closer, she saw that there was indeed a rather large plane tucked into the crack. It was old, and rusted, but boy was she glad to see it. The calf that the dog had managed to sink a few of its teeth into was begging to be rested, and she’d almost begun to develop a limp of her own. It would heal, but she just needed to sit, and clean it so it didn’t become infected.

    As they walked, she listened to his explanation on how he acquired the jet. She frowned slightly at the thought of all those innocent people dying and looked down. “Most...?” she wasn’t sure what that meant, maybe all of them had died and he was just speaking words, but she didn’t think much into it. As they stepped into the plane, she let go of his back, seeing he was fairly good at hopping around on his own in his home. She looked around, taking in the sights of the makeshift home. She ran her fingers over the sides, looking around and observing the missing seats, and the self made spare room. She looked over at him as he asked her a question, giving him a smile and nodding “it’s...it’s really impressive. I like It,” she was being completely honest with him, she did like it. It was strange to her to be in such a safe, secure environment. Sure, the East Side was secure, but she was no where close to safe.

    Once he began to settle, she leaned back and took a seat. She glanced up, making sure he was looking away before she gently rolled up the leg of her pants, wiping away the small trails of blood that trickled from the 3 holes in her leg. She cursed under her breath, deciding she’d just treat it tonight. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, and she could still walk, so she wasn’t sure that she needed to trouble him with the knowledge of her pain. Besides, the giant bruise on her back should cover it up nicely. She bit her lip, holding back a hiss as she looked up to him, rolling her pants down. She bit back a yawn, watching him do whatever he was doing with a smile. They were safe, he was safe, and that’s all that mattered. She admired him from the ground, smiling to herself he seemed more at ease here, and she liked that. However, the night was setting in, and she was feeling tired, so the ‘getting to know each other’ may have to wait a day.

    “Arc? Um, I’ll sleep on the floor but, I think that we both need a long, long rest.” She said it quietly, unsure if he had heard her. Her nerves were dying down, well, for the most part, and she felt the full effect of her day on her eyelids, feeling heavy with sleep.
     
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  3. Tyrus

    Tyrus Just another weapon Member

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    "Oh it's not that impressive. C'mon..." To Arc it was little more than a lucky find, though he could see where someone might appreciate it if they hadn't had a home before. Not a real one anyway. Arc couldn't imagine that life with a gang would be a very stable environment. He mumbled a few things to himself, completely inaudible to even Madison, about wishing he had known he was going to have company. He would have cleaned up before he left. Still, it wasn't a total plane crash, so to speak, so he didn't worry too much. The lights flickered occasionally as he hopped back and forth, trying to get everything up and running.

    "Most. I didn't find this thing right after it happened. There were tracks all around the outside of the plane, all of them leading away. If anyone else had found it, their tracks were either hidden very well or erased." No matter what he did, the memories of the scene were burned permanently into his brain. They haunted his dreams when he slept, and occasionally, if he was particularly stressed, he would see them while he was awake, their faces frozen in their final moments of pain and terror. "It was dangerous. Everything was different then. I couldn't bury them, so I made up a bonfire and cremated them." He tried to sound calm about it, but the experience still horrified him. He wasn't too old back then, much too young to have to carry burned and mangled corpses to a fiery grave.

    As he worked, he kept his eye on Madison discreetly. Not out of suspicion of course, but because he wanted to make sure she was okay. They'd traveled very far with very little to eat or drink, and there was the encounter with the dogs. Tomorrow they would both be sore, but who could possibly know the extent of her injuries but her? Digging around a few drawers, Arc finally found what he was looking for and withdrew it. Just a simple tin on the outside, but inside it was some vials of liquid and a few syringes inside. He brought them over and sat down next to Madison, facing her.

    "You're not sleeping on the floor, and you aren't sleeping until we've done this first." He stuck the needle inside one of the vials and drew some of the liquid into the syringe. "This is a broad-spectrum booster. Never know what kind of diseases those things are carrying." Arc knew that she was exhausted, and that she was fighting just to stay awake, but he did not want her contracting anything that might cause.... well anything. "Don't worry, i'll be gentle."
     
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  4. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    She rolled her eyes at his modesty, knowing that it may not have been much him, or anyone else. However, to her, something like this was unimaginable. She may have been in a complex that even before the war, people would have considered a luxury, but she didn’t consider it one when she was in pain nearly every day that she woke. She smiled and shook her head at him. “No, this is seriously so cool, you’ve got your own little home going on here, I’d die for this,” she let a small laugh escape her mouth, but it quickly faded as she turned her head, hearing him speak of the condition he found the plane and its passengers. As she pictured the scene in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel grief for what Arc must have stumbled on. While he may have been able to describe his early Fall experience with an even tone and a straight face, she couldn’t imagine that it didn’t affect him somehow, and it’s possible it still affects him today. She took into account how young he must’ve been when the Fall happened, and counted herself lucky that she wasn’t alone as he was. She’d had her Dad and her sister for the first couple years of the destruction. She simply stayed silent, listening to his story and staying leaned against the wall.

    She listened as he dug through his drawers, deciding that with how tired she was, she could honestly fall asleep in the position she’s in now. Her eyes began to close and she leaned onto some cabinet when she heard him step closer and sit in front of her. She cracked her eyes open and sat back up, giving him room to sit in front of her and eyed the syringe in his hand. Sure, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t wary. “Honestly, I could care less where I sleep and I’m sure the floor is one of the only options, did it once, I’ll do it again.” She honestly didn’t mind. Heck, she almost fell asleep against the wall, she just knew he didn’t ever have anyone else here and doubted that he had space for another person. Plus, the floor wasn’t so bad.

    She watched him draw the liquid from the vial into the needle, observing how careful he was with his hands. He was a very focused and precise individual, and it intrigued her. Everything that he did was perfect, nothing was every out of place. She nodded as he explained the need for the injection and gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry about hurting me, I can take a needle.” She knew he didn’t want to hurt her but she’d had worse, so she didn’t care. Plus, she wanted to sleep, so she didn’t care how careful he was at this point. She scooted so she was a little closer to him to make it easier, waiting for him to get it set up. He was right, those beasts could carry some nasty diseases, she’d appreciate not falling ill. Besides, if she died from some infection, she couldn’t hang out with Arc, could she?

    She knew she kissed him, even though it wasn’t much, it just felt like the right thing to do before their impending doom. Nothing told her he was eager to repeat that sort of affection, so she likes the idea of getting to know him, maybe she’ll find some answers. But so far, she wasn’t hating her life, maybe this time around she wouldn’t get screwed over, maybe she’s done running.
     
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  5. Tyrus

    Tyrus Just another weapon Member

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    Arc didn't worry so much about putting on gloves, though he use some rubbing alcohol to clean his hands. He used a bit more to clean off her arm after rolling her sleeve up for her. "This will probably be sore when you wake up, but not too much. Just enough to be annoying." Halfway through the sentence he stuck her, a quick entry and a slow, steady delivery of the booster. When he had emptied the contents of the syringe, he pulled the needle out just as fast, then covered it with a bit of gauze. He rubbed the site softly, coaxing the medicine to disperse into the soft tissues in her arm rather than collecting, which would make it even more sore later.

    "Good. You did good, Madison." He had never given anyone a shot before, but he'd given himself plenty, and he had learned that the slow needle was the one that hurt the worst. "That should help keep you from catching anything, but if you start feeling out of sorts, tell me immediately." The last thing he wanted was to lose her over a virus or disease that they could have easily avoided. He took the needle and placed it in a can filled with an unknown liquid. Arc knew that it was a sterilizing agent, which made it possible to reuse needles a few times before they were too dull to use on a person comfortably. If nothing else, the were good for stitching once they were no longer medically useful.

    When he finished putting everything away, he gripped a strap that was dangling from the ceiling and offered her his other hand. "Alright c'mon, let's get you to bed, and i'm not taking no for an answer." The bed, which was visible around the corner, wasn't really a bed, but several of the passenger chairs that he had broken down so they'd be flat. Across the top was a thin blanket, likely one of the blankets that the stewards could fetch someone if they were cold during the flight. There was even a blue pillow; one could assume it's origin was the same as the blanket's. "It's not luxurious, but it's definitely more comfortable than the floor. And before you ask, i'm going to probably fall asleep at the bench anyway. I have to repair the helmet, recharge the packs, and get everything ready for dawn."

    Arc was stubborn, but he cared about her. He wanted her to have the best he could make available to her, not just because she saved his life, but because he actually liked her. It was a new sensation. New and exciting. But beyond that, he had no experience. He didn't know what to do to impress her, so he did the only thing he could think of, which was to treat her as his father had treated his mother.
     
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  6. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    She didn’t flinch when he pressed the needle to her arm, it honestly didn’t hurt her as much. She watched as he injected her with..whatever that was, she couldn’t remember. She admired how gentle he was attempting to be with her, and how softly he was holding her arm. She only winced when he rubbed her arm, though the pain quickly subsided. She’d gotten shots before, she knew what to expect, so it didn’t bother her. Though, she appreciated how open and informative he was trying to be with her. When he praised her for, well, not screaming she assumed, she smiled, looking up. “You’re talking to me like I’m a child,” she laughed, shaking her head, amused. Everything he did strengthened her feelings for him, even if only by a tiny bit. They were growing.

    When he offered his hand down to her, she glanced at it before reaching up with a smile, taking it. She pulled herself up, making sure not to pull him down with her and nodded, too tired to argue. “As long as you don’t need it, I’ll feel bad.” As they walked back, she bit back her smile and shrugged to him, thinking that it was perfectly luxurious, at least to her. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, this entire set up is amazing.” She spoke truthfully, looking over to him. She walked over to the bed, glancing behind her at him and smiled, turning to say goodnight. She almost went to hug him, or even kiss him, she wasn’t sure, but hesitated, something stopping her this time. Even when he had hugged her earlier that same day, she had felt the small sense of panic as collateral from her past. However, once she hugged him back, all of the fear and doubt went away, if only for a moment, she felt peace. Playing it off, she gave his hand a squeeze “Goodnight. And thank you, seriously, for everything.” She spoke sincerely, as she knew that without him, she may not have even been alive. She took a deep breath, the thought of their impending doom no longer hanging over her head as incentive, and kissed him on the cheek.

    As she wrapped herself in the blanket, watching him walk away through the cracks, she realized that for the first time, she was happy. Sure, they may not have known each other that well, but he ignited something in her that she hadn’t felt in, well, ever. Sure, before the fall she had a ‘boyfriend’, but she was in the 7th grade, it didn’t count. She’s never felt this way about anyone before, and it almost scared her, but excited her at the same time. She shook the thought away, as thinking about it did nothing to calm the butterflies in her stomach when he spoke, and closed her eyes, happy she could finally get a good night rest.

    Or could she?
     
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  7. Tyrus

    Tyrus Just another weapon Member

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    Arc's eyes closed as Madison's lips pressed themselves to his cheek. He could live a thousand years and never get tired of that feeling. It stirred up his stomach in ways he'd never before felt, and it made him very happy. It also made him nervous, excited, and terrified all at the same time. "Goodnight, Madison. Sleep well." He could barely speak when she moved away, but he managed to get a 'goodnight' in without his voice trembling, so he decided to count that as a win and move back to his workstation. Still, his thoughts remained on her, and he often leaned to the side to peek in on her, just to make sure she was doing okay. She'd been through so much before they'd even met, and even over the last 36 hours. How she remained so positive all the time was a mystery to him. Still, her entire history had not been revealed to him. The longer they stayed together, however, the more he wanted to learn about her. What she was like before the Fall, what her family was like, what they did after, and what happened at East Side. He hoped her sister had a grave that he could, one day, go and visit, and put flowers and lanterns on it like he had for his grandmother as a child.

    He thoguht about those things while he tended to the more menial parts of his 'work'. But the more complex processes required more concentration, so, after one more look at Madison's sleeping form, he forced himself to focus on his hands. It was delicate work, taking apart plasma coils and repairing them. It was a constant chore just to keep his home operational, but there were occasionally times when he could work on side projects. At that moment, he was working on repairing an old military-issue plasma rifle. Armor wasn't an issue when your weapon could rip right through it. When he finished that project, which still needed some time to be fully operational, Arc prepped what he called the "Dawn-tronics", which involved opening the solar panels and prepared the larger batteries. He locked up, then went and found his pills so he could sleep.

    Arc sighed as he poured out a pill and left it in his palm. At that moment, he wanted to take two, given how fatigued he was. But he had to be careful with his supply. Eventually he would run out, and without a chemist to produce more, he would have to suffer through the nights in sweaty, restless naps. Arc shrugged and popped the single pill into his mouth and took a swallow of water to wash it down. That dose would put out a normal person for days, but his resistance had been building up for years, not to mention his increased metabolism. He could only hope that it would be enough.

    Absolutely exhausted, he stretched out, then laid his head on the bench. He kept his eye on the girl until they finally closed. Thankfully for him, his body was simply too deprived of energy to keep him awake. He settled quickly into a shallow sleep.
     
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  8. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    As the night dragged on, her sleep became less peaceful, and more restless than she would’ve liked. Sure, she’s had nightmares before, they usually presented themselves as her sisters death, or her mom’s or her dad’s, but this one was different. She never cried in front of people, she didn’t like to. She thought it showed weakness, and she hates to vulnerable. She was always the one in charge when the Fall began, she wasn’t allowed to be weak. So, one could imagine the frustration when this particular nightmare rolled in.

    She tried not to dwell on her past experiences, however, they had a way of tormenting her in more than one way every now and again. About halfway through the night, when both of the tired individuals were deeply asleep, a cry echoed through the make shift home. If one wasn’t aware of her nightmare, it could’ve been mistaken for a scream as if someone was being killed. She had woken with a start, a strangled cry escaping her throat as she covered her mouth. At this point, she didn’t really think whether or not she woke Arc, and she screwed her eyes shut as sobs racked her body. Her hands were shaking and she backed herself into the corned of the bed, curling up as her shoulders violently shook. She kept her mouth covered, trying to refrain from any noise. However, with these particular dreams, she tended to forget that she wasn’t in that situation anymore until proven otherwise, and that’s just what was happening now. She wasn’t completely awake, and had thought that she was still trapped, alone. Tears were streaming down her face, her chest aching. Never, ever, has anything that she’s gone through or dreamt about affected her in such a way. She curled up against the wall, her cries coming through clearly as she didn’t attempt to hide them any longer.

    She hadn’t had a latch, or anyone to confide in since her sisters death. But then again, the dreams hadn’t started till them. She was a tough person, you could torture her, hurt her, try and manipulate her, but what they did to her was different, it was wrong. She may have trusted Arc, but that didn’t mean that she was comfortable with anything that would come along with her feelings for him. That was also the reason that she feared her feelings slightly, she’d never known anything good, only pain.

    Her mind was trained to fear this.
     
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  9. Tyrus

    Tyrus Just another weapon Member

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    At first, Arc didn't hear anything. His sleep wasn't fitful, but it could barely qualify as sleep, really. If it weren't for the fall, he'd have been on even more powerful sedatives, maybe even plugged into machines to measure his neural activity while he slept. He very rarely actually entered REM sleep, which lead to his somewhat manic behavior, when it came through. But after several minutes, he slowly began to stir. Like her, he wasn't quite sure when he was awake and when he was asleep, since reality often looked like hallucinations. After a time, he managed to sit himself up and come back fully into reality, and he quickly picked up the sounds of Madison's sobbing. He hissed quietly, having forgotten about his injured leg when he moved. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright and moved as quickly as he could to the bed, his eyes focused on the girl crying in the corner.

    "Madison," he said softly, trying to time the calling of her name during her breaths so she'd hear him. When she didn't respond, he took another step forward and said her name again, this time a little louder. Still no response. Whatever memory she was trapped in, it was incredibly powerful. Determined to rouse her from the nightmare, he reached out and placed his hand on her knee, hoping the physical contact will be enough to alert her to his presence without causing her undue alarm. "Madison, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

    The choked cries of his newest friend were like stones in his heart, but what could he do? Was it wise to initiate any further physical contact? What if it backfired? Would she hate him? Arc felt ridiculous and stupid for not knowing what to do, and no matter how much logic there was in it, nothing changed the fact that he could only sit there and wait and hope she woke up by his voice.
     
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  10. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    These dreams didn’t come to her often, but every now and then something in her mind triggers them, and the days following it are tough. She was becoming more away that it was a dream now, her conscious mind peering through the clouds of her nightmare to remind her that it isn’t real. Only it is, and it did happen. The soft callings of her name did nothing to draw her back to reality, she was just too taken by the vivid images. For most, being shaken out of a nightmare did wonders to calm them, but being touched only jolted her more. The nature of the dream and her time spent on the East Side was one thing that she hadn’t told the young man sitting at the foot of her hand about. Not quite yet.

    She was trapped in her head when she felt a hand touch her knee. Only, she didn’t understand this as a sign of comfort, or help, she felt it as a sin of pain. So, when a large hand wrapped itself around her knee, she jumped away, pulling her legs as close to her body as she could.
    “Please, please don’t,” she whimpered. She stayed in this state for a moment before she opened her eyes, catching the figure sitting in front of her as she scanned her surroundings. Reality hit her like a truck, and she realized that she wasn’t trapped, she wasn’t hurting. She was here, with Arc, safe. She took a couple deep breaths, realizing where she was as she wiped her face, though tears still fell freely. She was still curled tightly in the corner, though she let herself unwind as she calmed her breathing. She sniffled, her breathing shaky as she turned to him, refusing to met his eyes. Like stated before, she hates to cry in front of others.

    “I’m sorry that I woke you, I’m fine,” she was asking him to leave without verbally requesting it, though he made no effort to go back to his work bench, making her sigh in defeat. Besides, her wavering voice betrayed her claim, and she cleared her throat. She glanced up at him to see him listening. She rung her shaky hands together and took yet another deep breath, her bottom lip trembling as she did.

    “You know, there’s not a whole lot I’m scared of? I mean, I’ve been tortured before, attacked by a giant dog, escaped my own prison, but....” she looked at him, seeing he was waiting for her to continue. She hadn’t ever had anyone to speak to about her past experiences, and she figured that talking may help. So she did. She spilled everything she had until there wasn’t a drop of the story left. “The man who killed my sister is named Alpha. I don’t know why they call him that, they just do. He’s the head of the group, and he runs the show. I happen to know his real name, it’s Gregory Hall, I guess that may be the reason he changed it. After they uh, after they killed my sister and caught me, they threw me into this cell that was just below his bedroom, it was a trap door under the red mat, next to the bookshelf. The black one, not the brown. They had fun hurting me, it was some sort of game but it wasn’t the worst, they’d never injure me enough to kill me because Gregory would kill them. So they had their fun sometimes but I was different for him, he said I was ‘special’, whatever the hell that means. So pretty much everyday, or whenever he felt like it, he’d bring me out and...” she let him fill in the blank, not wanted to say it herself. “I have scars on my wrists from the ropes, I tried to get away in the beginning but he’s strong, so I never could. Didn’t matter what I pleaded.” He voice was beginning to grow cold as she spoke, staring at her hands. “Let me just say, being forced for three years kind of kills your fire, whether you had any or not to begin with. So that’s what happened, maybe a month into it I just went numb, stopped fighting, let it happen. I honestly don’t know where I got the motivation to escape from. It was only with him, however. When someone else would get me, I would fight them nonstop, all the time, but not with him. He..he broke me somehow, and only to him.” She looked over to Arc now, her eyes glistening as she spoke “I’m completely numb to everything, nothing made me feel until...you...” she admitted to him, resting her head on her knees. “You wanted to know what happened at the East Side? I was hurt, forced, you name it, but what he did? I’ll never get that back. Before he...you know, I hadn’t ever..done that.” She had hoped he knew what she meant. She was able to get through the story, she’d told it in her head before, but looking up to Arc and seeing the way he looked to her made her break. She began to cry softly, not violently like before, but enough to put a small shake in her shoulders. “He took away something that I’ll never get back, I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered softly, shaking her head.

    She didn’t know, and she wasn’t sure that anyone could help her, but at least someone could understand.
     
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    Arc pulled back when Madison retreated, figuring that he had done the wrong thing. Not that he knew better, for he certainly had no idea how to help someone in such a catatonic state. Still, he chided himself internally for not being able to address the situation properly. While he was able to be patient when others made mistakes, he felt that he was not allowed to make them. Mentally he made a note to study more about human interaction, and telling himself that he would pay for his errors later. But in that moment, all he could do was mutter his apology.

    He listened to Madison's tale, connecting the dots where she made it easy and filling the blanks that weren't so simple. As the story went on, Arc felt a flood of different emotions, most of which being almost completely the opposite of another feeling. He felt compassion mixed with hatred, which probably scared him more than anything else. Not for Madison, of course, but toward the vile and loathsome Gregory Hall, this so-called Alpha. That was a name he recognized in circles around different areas, but he had never heard more than rumors. He' never met the guy.

    When she finished, Arc sat in silence for a long time, contemplating what she'd told him and storing away the useful information. He wondered how it was possible for one human being to commit such heinous acts against another, and how the victim of such viciousness could survive without submitting completely to insanity. When he finally did speak, he did so softly, and without moving any part of his body but his mouth.

    "This... Alpha person. He stole something from you. Something very precious and unique to you. You'e right. You can' get it back. But my mother used to always say that... things are things, even when they are attached to you. People can take things, but they can't take away.... you." He wasn't sure that the saying helped, or if there was anything he could do that would help. Feeling powerless was a horrible feeling.

    "You can't go back in time to then, but you can decide what you do tomorrow. And the day after that." Arc looked down at her hands, watching her squeeze them, seeing how uncomfortable she was. "But until you figure that out, you have a safe place here. You can stay for as long as you like." He wasn't sure what else he could do for her. Physical comfort was a horrible idea, and he didn' have any other kind words he could offer. He knew the problem, but had no idea what to do about it.

    "What can I do," he asked, finally meeting her eyes with his.
     
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  12. Erolliepollie

    Erolliepollie Lowkey a frenchfry Member

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    She wasn’t as erratic, now that her dream had passed and she relaxed a little bit, her breathing slowing down back to its normal rate. She listened to him as he spoke, and watched as he took careful steps to ensure that he didn’t move. She watched him retreat back and shook her head when she heard him utter an apology. “Don’t be, you didn’t know,” she didn’t mean to make him feel badly, she just didn’t realize it was his hand. As she told her side of the story, she watched his face contort into an emotion that she could only label as anger, undoubtably toward the man. It was strange to see such a reaction, as she’d honestly only expected pity from him, but she was happy, she hated pity. She expected that he’d heard his name at least somewhere, nearly everyone had, but no one knew what vile things he had done to his people. It disgusted her, too. One thing that she didn’t mention, was that she gave up herself in order to save an 13 year old girl. She could’ve let him take her instead, but she would’ve rather died than hear that girls screams, so she told him to take her instead, and he did.

    When she heard Arc begin to speak, she looked up, his voice softly coaxing her out of her shell.He may not have thought that his kind, careful words would help her, and if it were someone else they probably wouldn’t have, but it was Arc. She was comfortable with Arc, she was safe here, so she let his words wash over her, nodding along to his sentences. As he repeated what his mother had said to him, she couldn’t help but wonder what she was like, his mother that is. He’s spoken of her many times, and never negatively, she sounds like an amazing woman. Her thoughts floated back to when he told her that they were gone, though not sure if they were dead. She could put two and two together, but he seems to miss her greatly, so she hoped that they were still well, and that he’d one day find him.

    As he finished speaking, she looked up, meeting his eyes. She observed them, the angle of the moonlight highlighting different features of them that she hadn’t before seen. She wondered if she’d ruined this for her, whatever her and Arc had. There was no way that he’d want someone who was scared of certain physical contact, because who would? She pushed the demeaning thought to the back of her head and swallowed thickly, letting out a last shaky breath. She uncurled from the corner and scooter close to him, sitting no more that a couple feet away now. Her hands were still shaking, and her nerves were still on edge, but a feeling of safeness washed over her, reminding her that he wouldn’t hurt her. In her honesty, she wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, or what he could do. So, instead, seeing how uncomfortable he was just sitting by the edge of the bed, she scooted over and nodded to the spot next to her.

    “Would you just...stay,” he didn’t make her feel unsafe, she just needed to unwind, but she felt that being alone would be worse, it would be easier to submit to the horrid thoughts her brain provides. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up...you’re right, I’m still me, I’m just a little different.” She sighed, running her hands through her hair. She looked over to him and reached a shaky hand out, placing it on top of his and giving it a small squeeze. “I’m gonna be fine, just...” she shrugs. She liked that he understood what to do, what to say. He picked up on the pieces quickly, and was sure not to scare her. She appreciates him, more so than anything else, and began to think if she needed to continue the path of revenge at all...if she did, she’d have to leave, and she doesn’t want to leave. When he sat next to her, she slowly, carefully, scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. At this moment, if she could just control what she was comfortable with, there wouldn’t be a problem. She wanted to be okay with this, she had to try. She let out a long breath, looking up and meeting his eyes. They were captivating, she didn’t want to let them go.
     
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    Arc smiled gratefully and carefully made his way next to her, leaning his head back and placing one hand behind his head. He was more than happy to lay next to her, though it did make him nervous. But what was the harm in just laying next to her? It's not like they were going to snog right then and there. There couldn't have been many opportunities to mess things up between them just laying with her, right? He had closed his eyes for just a moment as he got comfortable, but froze for just a moment when he felt her head rest against his shoulder. It was very unexpected, in his innocent ignorance regarding personal contact with another human adult, but a welcome one. Within a single second he relaxed, letting his shoulder wind down underneath her, giving her a soft place to rest her head. Without thinking he leaned his face against her, in absolute bliss and comfort with Madison.

    "I'd be happy to, Madison," he whispered. He honestly didn't mind being woken up. Not only was his sleep not entirely restful, but he would have much rather stayed awake with her all night than wake up to find her exhausted weeping mess. If he could be of any help to her, Arc would oblige. Not out of pity, but for respect, and because he liked her, though he wasn't exactly sure that the feelings he experienced meant that. It was simpler than that, a sensation that made him feel good when they were together, and bad when they weren't. The thought of her leaving at any time was a dagger in through the heart, carving a hole in his chest but leaving him alive for the rest of his life.

    The arm underneath Madison moved, turning and resting against her back. He wanted to put it around her, and even twitched as if he was actually going to. But he hesitated, not wanting to overload her again. If he could have possibly glowed, laying there with Madison, he would have illuminated the whole place. Arc let his eyes fall on hers, her deep hues locking him in, securing him safely. Thought left his mind. Nothing existed outside of Madison and himself. He wanted to kiss her, to feel her lips against his again, just for the simple fact that when they kissed, the world made sense.

    "Madison..." he breathed softly, so softly in fact he wasn't even sure he'd actually made a sound.
     
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    She was relived when he moved to the spot next to her, she wasn’t sure if she had freaked him out too much, and was worried that she’d scared him off with her unusually morbid past three years. When she rested her head on his shoulder she had been only thinking about how difficult it could’ve been for her, and didn’t even think how strange it would’ve been for him. She felt him flinch under her and almost went to apologize, but when he sunk down further, letting her get more comfortable, she took it as a good sign. She felt his breath fanning her hair, his face resting against the top of her head. She looked over his relaxed figure, happy that he didn’t seem upset about her waking him and she curled against him, just wanting some safety. She knew that nothing was going to break into the fallen plane to hurt them, she just felt more secure near him. It was a strange attraction, as if her heart was draw to his, like a magnet. Sure, she wasn’t sure if he had actually felt the same way as her, they haven’t spoken about anything other than survival, but she felt that he had some of the same feelings for her as she did for him. It just felt right.

    When he adjusted his arm and nearly wrapped it around her, she slightly flinched, but when she reminded herself that this was Arc, the fear faded away. It was weird, how she knew that she wasn’t in danger but she still hesitated, or flinched, or hid. It was as if her brain was scarred with her previous physical interactions, and didn’t want to reopen the wound. She met his eyes, giving him a small smile and kept her gaze locked. She wasn’t sure why he was staring at her, but when he whispered her name softly, so soft she could’ve thought she imagined it, her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes flickered over his face, and to his lips for a split second. She parted her lips, keeping her eyes locked on his for a moment more before she closed the space between them, closing her eyes and placing a kiss to his lips. Her free hand slowly rose and gently held the side of his face as her lips moved rhythmically with his, this one far more intense than the last. As they moved in sync, it was filled with raw emotion, something that she’d only dreamed of feeling one day. A tear gathered in the corner of her eye as she held the kiss, not wanting to stop. His lips were soft, softer than she’d thought considering that they lived in a giant desert, and she could feel the slight stubble he had against her hand. Their last kiss was good, yes, but it was given because of the fear of death without closure, but this time, it meant something, at least to her it did.

    She broke the kiss, only to catch her breath and opened her eyes, meeting his eyes. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to, so instead she simple pressed another small kiss to his lips before shifting and resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Laying with him was safe, she felt safe, and she thought that maybe he could keep the horrors of her sleep away. She placed her hand on the center of his chest, able to faintly feel his heartbeat, reminding her that this was real, and that she wasn’t imagining this. She understood her feelings for him, she knew how this kind of thing worked, and she was happy. She never though that, in a world as destructed and hateful as theirs, could anyone feel this way again. But she proved herself wrong, and would gladly continue to do so for the rest of her days if she’s could, whether it be until tomorrow, or until the end of time, he matters to her.

    She settled against his body, curling her body against him and wiped the tear marks from her cheeks. “Goodnight, Arc...” she whispered softly, sighing out “thank you.”
     
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    The sweetness of their kiss could not be described by even the most talented tongues and skilled hands. To say he enjoyed it was a gross understatement. In all the kisses he'd ever had, which only came from his family, this was much different. There was a flutter in his stomach when she kissed him, something that stirred his body in new ways. Whatever she was doing to him, he loved it and wanted more of it. Her lips were soft and sweet, like a rose petal dipped in sugar. The way Madison navigated her lips to match his movements was mesmerizing, especially because he really didn't know what he was doing. But she almost guided Arc, the way she moved, but shared the lead with him. It was total bliss, and when she finally pulled back, he found himself almost reaching out to her still. Arc opened his eyes and gazed down at her, and immediately he could see the happiness and contentment in her eyes. She was happy, for the first time since he'd met her, she was happy, and so was he. He could only hope that his feelings for her were reflected in his own eyes, but he wouldn't keep it a secret from her. He would tell her.

    But not that night. She needed to rest. "Goodnight Madison. Sleep well." He spoke softly, using his arm to idly trace a line up and down her back, just along her spine. He could remember having a bad dream as a child, and just the feeling of his mother's fingertips on his back was powerful enough to calm him. He was perfectly comfortable there with her, and closed his eyes. He didn't sleep right away, far too engrossed in the situation to want to sleep it away just yet. There was a feeling of love in their simple embrace that he'd been missing ever since the Fall. But when he finally felt the throws of the sandman's song weighing his eyelids down, he closed them and cuddled up closer to Madison. He needed no blanket; she kept him plenty warm, between her body heat and his own... biological responses to having a beautiful woman sleeping on him. Just before sleep took him, he whispered one more time.

    "Goodnight sweet girl." It wasn't known if he even realized he said it, but without anyone else to hear it, the sentence faded into the air like the sweet smell of a lilac bloom.
     
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    As she fell asleep, she felt Arc trace his fingertips carefully along her back, goosebumps running down her skin at the comforting feeling of his fingertips on her skin. She shivered lightly, curling further into him as she faded away to sleep, at ease for the first time since she could remember. Nothing else bothered her, all that mattered to her now was him, even if he didn’t realize it yet. She smiled slightly when he whispered a goodnight to her, and her head was still in the clouds, floating from their earlier kiss, but the heavy weight of sleep pulled her back to the ground, and into a deep sleep. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t jerk back when he put his arm around her, and maybe it was because she was already nearly asleep, but it was progress nontheless.

    If she was asked to describe how she felt at that moment in time, she wouldn’t be able to. There are no words that she could string together that would form a sufficient sentence of how much him being there meant to her. Some may argue that since they’ve only known each other for a couple days that it wasn’t real, or it was too fast, but when all you have left is a desert world and the clothes on your back, it’s not so difficult to believe this. As she slept, she wasn’t bothered by an additional nightmare that night, she just slept, peacefully, for the first time since she could remember. She hadn’t heard his whisper of affection as he was falling asleep, but when he went to lay closer to her, she wrapped an arm around his torso and hugged him to her, anchoring herself to him. What’s the harm in having comfort? She wasn’t sure how he felt about her, or how he felt after seeing her meltdown, but she’d have to figure that out another day. Tonight, she just let herself sleep in his arms, where she felt safest.

    Some hours later, she woke up as some sunlight peered through a small crack, making her stretch, yawning and looking around. It took her a moment before realizing where she was, and how she broke down last night along with it. As she recalled her panic from the previous night, she cursed herself for looking so weak under another person’s presence. She mentally slapped herself, thinking how dumb Arc must think she is now.

    However, the soft breathing of the body next to her ripped her out of her thoughts, looking up to the sleeping figure. A small smile forced on her face and she carefully twisted so she was laying on her stomach. She watched him sleep, seeing how peaceful and at ease he seemed to be in this stage. She gently rubber her thumb soothingly across his chest, careful not to wake him. She knew he didn’t get much rest, and she was determined for him to get as much as he would need, she’d even let him sleep the rest of the day if he so pleased. She ran her fingers through her hair, remembering their kiss from the night before as a big smile spread across her face. She sat up so she could stretch without waking him, and her movement allowed him to roll onto his stomach. She bit her lip and smiled, laying on her stomach next to him. She pushed a strand of hair out of his face and gently traced a shape on his shoulder. She pulled her hand back, observing him sleep before he began to stir. She sat up on her elbow as he woke, smiling to him “morning sunshine,” she teased, seeing his hair splayed every which way.
     
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    When the sunlight began to touch his face, Arc slowly began to stir. He felt as though he was being gently pulled out of a good dream, though the ending was not a sad one. He wouldn't remember the dream, but that was okay. The reality that he was waking up to was far beyond anything he could have imagined experiencing in their world. His eyes opened slowly, half-lidded and weary, though soft. They settled on Madison and a smile tugged the corners of his lips upward. The previous night had not been a wonderful dream, but a reality, and the happiness he remembered was real. "Good morning, beautiful," he said without thinking. It wasn't an untrue statement, but if he'd been thinking clearly he probably would have been a little more careful with his choice of words.

    Then again, he had set himself on a path the night before that he would make sure his feelings were known. Arc had never been a coward, never shied away from something just because it was frightening. Fear was a construct of the mind, an alarm system designed to preserve life. His life was not in danger simply by telling Madison about what he felt. He rubbed his eyes; they stung a little from lack of sleep but he didn't mind. Being awake with her meant laying with her all night, and that was a reward far greater than a night's worth of sleep could ever grant him.

    "Madison," he started, unwilling to waste any time. "I've never liked someone how I like you. Since my parents, i've never cared about another person like this. I don't know what this is exactly, but when I look at you... my stomach flutters and my legs feel weak and my... well... Anyway the point is i don't want this to go away. You make me happy and I want to be with you."

    Blunt. That was the only word that could properly describe it. But that was Arc. He was blunt and he didn't beat around the bush. Even when he was a kid he had very little tact, even for a child. His father used to be embarrassed by it, but eventually saw it as a strength, for there was never a time when he wasn't completely honest. He was a bad liar. But in his mind, there was no point in dancing around the subject. If he could say what he wanted to say, why not say it?

    "Sorry to spring it but... it's the truth."
     
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    She blushed lightly when he greeted her, which was strange in itself. She didn’t blush, not much has ever made her do so. She watched him rub his eyes and made a note that he needed more sleep, but for now she could tell he had wanted to tell her something, so she didn’t interfere. When he spoke, she felt her heart swell, in a good way of course. Her doubts faded away as he spoke the words that she had hoped to hear. She of course, felt the same way. She sat up a little more, absorbing his words and a small smile formed on her face as he recited his feelings. As he finished, apologizing for his outburst and she shook her head with a smile.

    “Never apologize for speaking your mind, if anything, honesty is what this world could use now.” She ran her fingers through her chestnut locks, sitting criss cross while he continued to lay on his chest. She looked over to him, thinking of her words before giving him a final smile. “After my time in that group, I didn’t think that I would find anything that mattered to me more than pay back for their actions, but... I don’t know, it changed I guess. But I understand how you feel, I feel It too. It’s like, the world stops when I’m wth you, you know? It’s cliche, and stupid but it’s true,” she shrugged, glancing at him. His eyes were captivating, she had a hard time looking away. “I like you, Arc. I like you a lot. I want to be around you, all the time, I want you too...” she trailed off, playing with her fingers. She needed to tell him her plans, however, and maybe he would back away. She hoped he didn’t, but she wanted to know how deep his feelings ran, maybe he would try and make her stay, maybe she would. “And before you make any decisions, you need to know the full me. As you could probably assume, I want Him to pay for what he did. To me, to my sister, to the other girls. I don’t know when, I don’t know if I want that today, or the next year, or ten years from now but...I know the time will come at some point. The only thing about that is, there’s a chance I wouldn’t come back, and if I did, who knows who I’ll have become. These things take tolls on who you are...” she looked over to him to see him tiredly rubbing his eyes and she sighed, leaning back down.

    “That can be a story for another day, for now just know that I like you too, I want To be with you. You make me a better version of myself, even if it’s only been a few days.” She carefully placed her hand in his forearm, giving it a small squeeze. She stared at him for a moment, doubting if he’d actually want her knowing that she had another agenda on her mind, but she hoped it wouldn’t phase him that much. “Know that this wouldn’t be easy, I have issues with...well, you know, I just know that some people would get impatient with that sort of thing, I doubt you would, just thought I’d put it in your mind,” she shrugged, her voice soft and silky as she spoke.

    “Not to be mushy, just thought you should know the big stuff,” she laughed softly, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. She watched his tired eyes and gently ran her hand across his back, unsure of how much he was okay with. She doubted he had much issue, but it wasn’t right to assume. “You need to get some more sleep, you didn’t sleep yesterday, and got barely any tonight thanks to me, so take a day to rest.” She kisses his forehead and closed her eyes, breathing out. She wasn’t sure if it was smart, or stupid, to challenge how he felt about her, but she wanted to know how those things would change it for him. Who knows, maybe he’ll lose interest completely, but for now, they seemed to be in the same place. Everything else could wait, nothing mattered at that moment. She enjoyed the peace, and wanted to hold on if only a little longer.
     
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    Arc rolled onto his back and sat up, still trying to be careful with his leg. It felt a lot better, now that he had rested, though it was still a bit stiff. "I wasn't planning on doing much today except staying here and... well whatever we decide to do. But i'll say this: whenever it does happen, you better come back, because if you die doing it, i'm going to be pissed." He shifted a little so he could reach her more easily and put his hand on hers. "I don't mind the difficult times. I mean... i've been living on my own since I was young. Life isn't always beautiful or easy. But if anything, I am patient. We'll go at your pace." He really didn't mind waiting. Physical intimacy was a plus in every relationship, but it could only be used to enhance a relationship. One built around sex was not built to last.

    "You're hot. I want you. But I can wait. What I can't wait for though, is food. I'm starving. Want to eat?"
     
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    She watched him as he sat up, her eyes flickering to the blanket in front of her. She cracked a smile when he spoke, looking over to him and rolling her eyes. “I think you would be fine, you’d get past it pretty quick,” she laughs softly, shaking her head at him. Madison was a confident person, she was confident in her abilities, and she knew that she wasn’t a total waste of a person. However, when it came to someone suggesting that they cared about her, things tended to bend the opposite way in her mind. She didn’t understand how Arc was even remotely interested in her. Sure, she had a nice body, but she wasn’t anything special. What he wanted was her, and sure she wanted him too, but she wasn’t sure if her mind would let herself back to that place. And maybe, if by chance it did, who knows how long that could take. He could become sick of her, he could move on because he didn’t get what people want in a relationship, all because of what a single man did to her.

    She felt guilty, she felt that she would be holding him back. He doesn’t need someone in his life that he has to tiptoe around if he wanted anything physical, that wasn’t a relationship, that was a job. The demeaning thoughts that her brain spewed to her overpowered anything that Arc has said to her, she hadn’t processed his hand on hers, they were just too loud. When he asked her a simple question, her head snapped up to him as she attempted to recall what he had asked. “Uh, I'm not that hungry right now, thank you though.” She stood up, tying her boots back onto her feet as she glanced over to him, giving him a small smile. “I just need some air, considering the dust is gone,” she joked, trying to cover up that she needed some time alone with her thoughts, undoubting that they would consume her. She gave him one last smile before exiting the plane.

    As she stepped outside she looked around, letting out a breath when she spotted a ledge in the rocks that she could climb to. She walked over, grasping the rock and pulling herself to the top. Her leg was hurting her, but she didn’t care as she settled on the edge of the makeshift cliff, looking out at the surrounding areas below. She looked down at the plane, smiling slightly before she rested her head on her hands, closing her eyes and feeling the wind through her hair. Never in her life has she been more confused, more conflicted, than she is now. She couldn’t give him what he wants, and it killed her. Maybe she was wrong, but she didn’t know, she listened to what her head tells her.

    Self worth is a tricky thing, it’s easy to get lost in the dark.
     

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