TFOA aka THE FEDERATION OF AWESOME discussion

C: I did my best.

And I love it:)

Soo what should we do?

Oh god... I dunno!

What kind of genres do you like?

I don't mind anything.Hmm..what about paranormal really fantasy or something?
Or you can pick something else.I am fine with anything.

Paranormal sounds cool. Like vampires and werewolves and stuff? (If so, I totally call the werewolf! XD)

And the big question: Romace, or no?

Fine take the werewolf.I'll be the one who can control elements.Don't know what that is called.I'll google it and tell you the name.

Romance is okay.As long as you don't have a problem with it:)

Can I be the girl or do you want to?

Elemantal, I think? That's cool. :)

No problem! As long as our characters click.

You can be the girl, if you like. I usually prefer to play boys, believe it or not. :P

Oh thanks,I am not used to playing boys in RPs:P

Okay so,charrie?Or do we just begin?

I prefer playing boys. I dunno why! ^.^

Eh, I hate bios. Maybe just fill this out?

Name:
Age:
Power:

:P

I hate bios too:P Too lazy.

Name:Desdemona

Age:17

Power:Elemental

Ok you go.It's so much easier having a person think almost along the same line as I do:)

Name: Peter Roy Addams
Age: 17.5
Power: Werewolf (transforms every night instead of every full moon)
Other: Bitten a week before start date

Desdemona's a cool name ^.^ And Ikr?! Lol

Where should we start? Maybe start them off together, but write a quick prologue for them individually?

Awesome.Do you want to start?(Prologue-in italics.)

"Freak"
I could almost remember the girl saying when it happened for the first time.The other children were either too scared or too shocked to respond.
I stood among the mass,wishing nothing more than to disappear,to be anywhere but here.But I never always got my wish.
I clenched my hand in a fist,as I stared at the commotion I had caused.

((EHHHH sorry! I'm super busy! x( ))

Thunder in my ears, flashing my body with pulses of lightning. Every breath stung, every footfall becoming too small to keep ahead. Determination was useless at this point and it was all I had left to push ahead, all I could keep strong when the muscles in my body decided to give up.
Suddenly I regret not taking more sports when I had the chance.
I pushed my nonathletic limbs harder, felt them protest angrily. That was a protest I ignored. God the darkness was suffocating, latching around me like some nocturnal parasite to suck every breath away. Of all the places to run out of gas, it had to be on a backroad like this.

But then, all of a sudden, I heard it. I knew what wolves sounded like; I had listened to them at night if I stood on my front porch very, very quietly, or slept with my bedroom window open. I had heard them way off in the back of the forest, a combination of yipping cries and haunting howls. One thing I knew for sure,
They never sounded like this.
There was only one of them this time, and it was chasing me. It was chasing me the moment I got out of the truck to walk home. It took all my logic to convince myself it hadn't known I wouldn't get far before being vulnerable, took all my rationality to believe it was a wolf.
Wolves don't wail. Not like this one.
Sure, they may howl mournfully, they may howl hauntingly, but they don't wail like this. This incredibly sad, incredibly lost sound. Wolves don't do that.
A wolf wouldn't take the time to chase my artificial scent.
Maybe that was why I was running so damn hard.

((Finally you're on!!<3 Okay,can we begin with chapter 1 now?))

((Sure! Can't stay long, but can do what I can! ^.^))

Chapter 1:

Tick.Tick.Tick.

The clock was getting louder by the second.But I was grateful for it.The silence was becoming awfully loud.
I sighed when I heard Dorothea's footsteps pounding the marble of the tile upstairs.She was having one of her days again.It became even more disconcerting than usual because I had almost forgotten how she used to be when she in one of her moods.
She was sleepwalking again.I remembered the last time I tried stopping her.I almost got hit in the face with her cane and she started yelling at me,blaming me for how I was solely responsible for my parents' death.
I had never bothered checking on her after that.It soured my mood.At that very second,staring out the window,I watched as the dark clouds closed in and lightning struck.
I sighed.

I don't think I had ever been this out of it in my entire life; and for me, that's saying something. Nothing seemed to come into focus, every sound was nothing but an echo. I say 'out of it' because I wasn't technically sick... I didn't have a fever or anything. I was just... Weird.
My dad kept telling me it was because I was just mauled by our dog last night, but if it wasn't for the bandages across my back for evidence, I wouldn't have believed him. My truck was missing too; go figure. Just a great kind of morning that began with me waking up with mud in my mouth and a nice case of amnesia.
I tried to make myself breakfast, and I succeeded in part. Only, I think the food is supposed to end up tasting better than it's originally raw ingredients. Right now I would rather eat a raw egg than this burnt massacre.
I pick through it dazily, eating what looked edible and saving the rest for our poor dog. Dad wanted to shoot it, I said no. If it wasn't for my age he might if shot me too. *Cue awkward laughter as you try to decide if I'm serious or not*

I was propped up against the windowsill,staring outside at the clear,summer air.I loved this weather.My mother once said that nothing too bad can happen as long as the sun is out and shining.She didn't realize how wrong she was.
It was sunny.That was the only thing I remembered about that day that my world had fallen apart.I remembered every single thing about that day before disaster struck.I remembered fighting with my mother over something silly.The awful words that I told my mother just before she died because I was mad at her.
And that was just about it.The doctors said that it's natural to forget.That the mind tends to block all the memories which are too painful to remember.
But these days,I was starting to get glimpses of the accident.But I wasn't ready to share it with anyone.I wondered if I would ever be.

After a moment of staring blanky out the vibrant, summery shaded window, I hide my eyes behind my hands. They don't really seem to care for brightness like that right now. My palms creep up so the tops of my fingers can root themselves into my black hair, still damp and stringy from a shower. I can still taste the mud...
Even though I was eating 'breakfast' it was noon already. At least. I know I have to go out and help with all the work soon, but I really don't want to. I mean, I never want to (who does?) but today just standing up makes me want to pass out. Of course I'd never even try to explain that to my father. He wouldn't put up eith that. Sitting around feeling sorry for yourself doesn't get you nowhere, he would say. I've given up trying to teach him about double negatives. It'll just put you behind. Future comes first before your present. That part made little to no sense to me, and I doubt even he would get it if he stopped to think about it for a second.
I heard his boots on the boardwalk.
Ah, it was time to go.

Dorothea's cane tapped the windowsill lightly.She always gives off the appearance of a crazy old woman.And she usually is one.She scares away most of the neighborhood children and no one ever visits.It has been that way for years now.She never entertains visitors.
I had never known I had a grandmother until my parents had died.I never thought I had any other living relatives.It came to me as a surprise.

She tapped the cane once again,snapping me out of my reverie.I looked into her eyes which seemed to a shade of gray-green.It was never a definite color.

"Enjoying the weather are you,sweetie?",she asked with a fake smile.
Then she dropped all the pretense and her smile soured."There is no great mastery than the art of control",she whispered,her eyes widening ever so slightly as if waiting for me grasp the hidden meaning behind those words.
I furrowed my brows.She always said things like this.Things that made no sense.And then she'd walk away like she doesn't even remember what she had said,reeling me into confusion.
"Bad weather last night",she said,opening the refrigerator and taking out the milk."Couldn't sleep".
"Yeah",I murmured,taking out two bowls from the kitchen counter and setting it on the table."Bad weather indeed".

Soon I was outside under the intense stare of the sun, picking up rocks and wheelbarrowing them into a pile in the middle of the field. Dad used the tractor to move the larger ones, although the smaller but still nuisance sized ones were left to me.
I might not be athletic, but no one can say I'm not tough.
Dad doesn't seem to understand the concept of recovery, or trauma, or illness; so there I was. Everytime I bent down the deep, but bandaged, wounds across my shoulders stretched and stung, tearing themselves back open again whenever they tried to heal. That can't be healthy.
Sometimes I wonder if it's always been this way. If I've always been this pushed, this ignored. All it takes is a simple travel back in my memories to find the answer. But I don't like to go there... The colors contrast too vividly. It goes from warm, bright summery days to cold nights in the basement. From gentle feminine words to angry shouting and broken cries. Lots of noises, lots of color and darkness.
The only thing I like to remember is my mum.
The way she balanced my dad's harsh words with just a small touch, just a soft word. But my dad wouldn't put up with me thinking about her. In his opinion, the only thing worst than thinking about the present is thinking about the past.
A futurist in a cowboy hat. Who would have guessed?

After a while, I just kneel down on the ground, needing to stop for a moment. The grass swam before my eyes sickly, in rythm with the pounding of my head. "Ugh."
"Get up, what's wrong Peter?" I hear his voice approaching, but I don't answer.
"Peter. On your feet. Another hour and you can stop." I suppose it doesn't help I work for my dad, hey?
I hear his feet stop right there, feel him close. "Get. Up."
I throw up on his boots.

I hear the doorbell,and I quickly jump out of the chair and smooth my hair down.It must be my math teacher.There would be no else on earth who would visit here at this time.
Dorothea sat where she was,her eyes glassy as she stared at her cup of coffee.Most of the times she would just sit as still as a statue which makes me wonder if she's even breathing.I've spent a year and a half with her to adapt to this silence.And now I've fallen in step with her.

I turned the doorknob and was faced with Mr.Turner.I was home schooled ever since middle school.Which is why I have never been able to closely relate with any kids of my age.Not that I wanted to either.
I cracked the door open by a foot,motioning him inside.
"Doing well,Desdemona?",he asked,heading for the study.I cringed when he said my name.I haven't had anyone call me Desdemona in a long time.I hated the name.I had no idea why my father even named me that.It meant "misery,unlucky".How ironic.
Mr.Turner was a graying man in his late forties.But he seemed to have such vibrant green eyes,I would have guessed he was younger.
"Mmm",I murmured.I wasn't one much to talk.And he knew that.Which is why he never bothered much with small talk other than the occasional greeting.I loved him for that.
"So,let's see what we have here today",he said,his green eyes dancing over the page of the book he had propped up against the table.I took a chair opposite him."Ah,slopes".
And that's how my morning went by.

By noon I was done with my lesson.Mr.Turner smiled at me before biding good-bye.
I returned to the kitchen,and stopped abruptly when I saw what Dorothea had done.
She was burning the pictures of my family.

The next thing I knew I was stretched out across the three tonne bench seat, the course fibers of the cover scratching into my skin roughly. Dad had left the doors open though so I didn't cook, thank goodness. I went to sit up and left out a small noise as I felt the wounds on my shoulders flex and tear a little more. God did that hurt... But I had felt worse, I suppose.
The sky was pinker than it had been last I remembered, and when I scanned the field I saw that I was the only one left. Dad must have picked up and left, expecting me to follow as soon as I regained consciousness.
How nice of him.
I was a littly hazy, but it was only a couple miles down a backroad to get home. I could get there before sundown easily.
The key's already in the ignition as I put it in gear turn it.
I turn it again.
And again.
"Jesus mutherf.cking christ." I mutter, letting my head drop against the steering wheel. What was it with me and vehicles?! I climb out of the three tonne and move around the the front, popping up the hood by sticking my hand inside the massive grille and moving the bar. With a loud, metalic 'choonk' noise the hood bounces up. Now I'm a tall guy, don't get me wrong, but a three tonne truck is much bigger so I climb up onto the front bumper so I can get a better look. It sounded like I flooded the engine. I can expect a lot of black smoke upon turning this relic on, if that ever happens. Not very good for the ground, no sir.
Upon further inspection, I find that's not the only problem. A belt is broken. How that happened, I can not say, but it's a pain in the ass. A massive pain in the ass. That means this truck isn't going anywhere until the lines drain clear and a new belt is slipped on.
I drop from the bumper and ran a hand down my face. People say I look like my dad when I'm in a pissy mood so I try to keep an all-round zen going on. Three deep breaths, close my eyes and count to ten. Sounds a little juvinile, but it works. I'll do anything to stay away from that anger as long as it works.
I turn and glance around at my wide open surroundings again. Nothing but feild for a couple klicks until it get boardered by the woods again. The woods... Now they kinda freak me out. But... In a good way, I guess. Maybe I should take the woods back, cut across the feilds and save some time -
Aw hell no. What was I thinking? Do I really want to get attacked again by some freakish animal? No way. No sir. I'm walking the gravel back.
I slam the hood shut, slam all the doors shut (I tend to vent my anger more physically than anything), and turn to stomp off across the field heading for the gravel road. Hopefully I could make it before sundown...

I watched as she burned the very last remnant of my parents.I couldn't even stop her because by the time I had realized what she was doing,it was all over.
"What are you doing?!",I asked,my voice steady but my tone contained all the anger piercing my heart.
The clouds rolled over quickly outside,shielding the sun.The shadows of the dark clouds outside projecting shadows in the room,casting the room into darkness.
I took a step towards her,trying to calm my breathing.Because a feeling of dread was creeping over me,but I couldn't control it yet.
All the while,Dorothea watched me carefully.This enraged me further.
"WHAT.WERE.YOU.DOING?!?!",I yelled,my eyes welling with anger,taking another step towards her.Outside,lightning struck,followed by thunder.Dorothea was staring out the window,but then she quickly looked back at me,and scrutinizing me cautiously like I might explode.
I felt like I was going to.She burned the pictures.It was equivalent of burning them.
"I didn't think you would need them anymore",she said in a quiet voice that made me realize how loud I was.
"Didn't need it?What is wrong with you?"
I stormed across the room to her and knelt to the ground as I watched the flame swallowing up the pictures whole.
I knew that I shouldn't be mad at Dorothea because I realize that she was as most people would say "off the rocker" sometimes.It could be blamed on nothing but old age.My eyes filled with tears nonetheless.
I heard the rain shower outside heavily.I sighed.
I loved this picture.It was the last picture she ever took of them.
Dorothea had grown silent all the while and she slowly walked away,the cane tapping against the wood of the floor.
I noticed it just then.I realized that the flame hadn't gone out.It kept burning.Even after the photographs had been reduced to ashes.
I got up and didn't even turn back as I headed for the kitchen back door.And ran straight for the woods.And didn't stop even once until I got so deep that no could follow me.
It was still raining.I sat under the familiar tree which has been my shelter and my solace at times like these.
And finally after what felt like months of suppressing what I truly felt inside,I finally lay down my heavy heart and cried.I haven't done that in a long while.It was oddly comforting to know that I was still capable of tears.
But then my head snapped up as I felt a twig snap.Someone was coming.

((Appearance:5'3,skinny,stormy blue eyes,straight black hair. Forgot to mention it in the bio:P Tell me yours.))

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The gravel was fine, but as the darkening sky was suddenly swarmed with thunderheads, I made for the trees. At least there I would have some shelter from the oncoming rain. I grimly plodded through the woods, glad there wasn't much underbrush so I more or less had a clear path to follow.
Wait, come again? Did you say something? No, of course I knew where I was going, twit. It's this direction, trust me. Trust a heat exhausted teenager as he makes his way through the woods pretending he's not the least bit disoriented. I'm never disoriented, okay?

Soon my clothes were soaked and the tape on my bandages began to come off. "Tabernac." I grunt as I reach back to try and stick them back into place. No such luck. Of all the times to be walking home... Did I accidently cross the still potent path for a stampede of black cats or something? Considering my luck, probably.
I trip slightly over a falled spruce and sent a shock of cracking through the woods, muffled by the thunder and rain. God... How much farther...?
I was shivering hard, the daylight almost completely gone from the sky. I shook my head, trying to clear my hazy thoughts. I had to keep going. Of course there was that gut wrenching fear of an animal, but all woodland animals would leave me be. It was just my dog that had attacked me, right?
That half blind, twelve year old german shepard. Sure.
But suddenly, as I neared a clearing, I saw something. In the half grey light it was nothing more that a dark spot uder the branches. I wiped the rain water from my eyes and stopped, wondering how to continue. If it was an animal, it would run at my voice right?
"Shoo." I said, making my dry voice loud in the rain.

I quickly jumped up and plastered myself to the tree branch when I heard the sound.From this distance I couldn't make out much.I assumed that it was a person.But who could it be?I didn't think anyone else was brave enough to wander these forests no matter day or night.
Before I could make further assumptions,a low growl captured my attention,to my left.My head slowly turned that way.My heart starting pounding really fast.Adrenaline was coursing through my veins when I heard the approaching growl.It was making its-whatever 'it' was-way towards me and I couldn't move.That's how it always was.If I got too scared or too shocked,I would just remain paralyzed.
I momentarily forgot the person standing at a far off distance to my right.I finally got my feet working and I tried to make as little noise as was possible with all the thick moss and the broken twigs in my path.
The next thing I knew,it was leaping across the tree branches and made it's appearance directly in front of my.
Terror seized my heart.I hadn't got a real good look at it.But I knew that it was a really really huge-something.I couldn't make out it's face but I didn't have time to.It was making its way towards me.I tried to run and slipped,falling to the ground.
The rain beat down even harder.But it didn't seem to faze it.

I stood there a little awkwardly, my hands curling into themselves just in case I needed to punch something. In my own demented way, I was just looking for something to punch. Maybe that was the real reason I had taken the woods.
The shapes in the shadow were suddenly clambering into each other, sliding up, walking, and crashing down in a kind of panic. I didn't see the... thing. But as the shape I was watching fell, I was able to make out that it was humanoid. Thank God?
"Hey," I finally called, taking a couple steps closer, flinching as the rain began to pummel my head and shoulders. Well, at least I didn't need to wash my clothes when I got home. "What're you d...doing?" The stutter caught me by surprise. That was... Weird. My throat just didn't want to make words at the moment. Heat exhaustion?
But then; then I saw it. Somehow my eyes, no matter how itchy they were, sharpened in a way that I could pick out its low and slinking form as it stalked up on my person blur.
"Hey!" I hesitated. It was a creature... It gave off an awful aura.
The thing wasn't concerned about me, however, seeming intent on the person cowering there on the forest floor. Mm... At the risk of my own health, two heads were better than one.
I ran.
No, not away you fool. Have a little faith. I ran towards the person, stumbling through the dark underbrush until I skidded to a stop beside them, every part of me prepared to beat the living shit out of anything trying to mess with me. the creature was nothing but a growling mass of muscle, but at the moment size didn't seem to register with me. It was a completely blind act of sheer stupidity just technically qualifying as bravery. And then, to top it all off, I use my brilliant vocabulary to embarrass everything and everyone around me. "SHOOOOOO."

((Hahaha:D!!!))

I blinked the rain slowly out of my eyes and I glanced up at the figure hovering over me.The rain was blocking my vision and I couldn't exactly look up at him.I could make out enough to realize it was a boy.
Then the words registered to me."Shoo" really?What did he expect that it would run back into whichever hole it came from?If it was under normal circumstances,I might have laughed or probably rolled my eyes at the absurdity.
But we were in danger right now.Something seemed to shift within me.I have only felt it twice before.The last time was...well the accident.I didn't really think about it much and when I consulted my therapist about it,she told me that it was just that I was experiencing "post-traumatic stress disorder".
I never bothered talking about it with anyone again lest they think I'd gone mad.
But I felt stronger today.A cord tugging deep inside me.It almost hurt.But in a good way.I closed my eyes,as I felt it stretch inside me.
Then the very earth below shook.Lightning whip lashed the sky,which had over the course of the events turned a grayish blue,thunder sounded and my eyes snapped open.
The earth beneath the animal split,I'd assumed that that was enough to scare the creature off but it leaped over heading straight for me.But not before I rolled out of the way and got onto my feet.
I was a bit disoriented from the sudden movement and I rubbed my eyes as my vision was now clouded with black spots.I felt drained,exhausted.
I crumpled to the ground because standing took too much effort.The last thing I heard before I gave into darkness was the wailing moan of the creature.

((Lol! I think I like this guy...))

I staggered as the ground shifted, an earsplitting crack making my already sore head throb even more. The creature simply flew by me and, get this, knocked itself out on the tree. I nudged it with my foot, making sure it really was out. Then I leaned over to examine the crack, shivering in the rain as I peered down it's mouth. Wow... That wasn't normal.
That really wasn't normal.
But then I snapped out of my dazed thoughts and stepped over the beast, bringing myself down onto the wet ground to the person's side. Oh, it was a girl. Good thing I was there to protect her then, since girls don't have the strength to beat off wild beasts. I have a tendancy to look a situations in my own light... Considering I had done nothing but stand there and scream 'shoo'. What else do you scream at a wild animal? 'Git', perhaps?
I reach out, my shaking hand chilled to the bone, and wipe the wet hair away from her face to make sure she didn't hit herself on her way down. She was breathing... Seemed like the stress had gotten to her like a Disney princess confronted with a bad hair day. Poor girl.
I hesitate before picking her up. Considering how weak I feel, she probably has less chance of getting injured just staying there on the ground.
I prop her up under the bottom branches of a strong spruce, its lower branches creating an almost perfect umbrella. I collapse beside her, my back to the trunk. It was a truly awful feeling in my gut... Like all my organs were playing musical chairs. My bones ached too... A deep throb that made it hurt to even blink. It was just getting worse.
I took my jacket off. It was a well worn brown leathery kind of material, and had shielded me from the rain for the first ten minutes. Balling it up, I gave it to her as a pillow. A bed of pine needles were uncomfortable enough, she needed something of luxury.
I let out a steaming breath and began shivering all over. But not from the cold. This is... different.

The world opened it's eyes to me sideways.It was cold and my hands had become numb.
Then I realized I was curled up in a ball on the ground,under the many leaves that now greeted me,in an awkward position.I couldn't even lift my head.My head was cushioned on something oddly comfortable.On closer inspection,I realized it was a leather jacket.
My arms hurt,my legs hurt,but most of all the most uncomfortable pain was the throbbing in my head.Not to mention the fact that my entire body felt like I just had a three-hour no-break workout session.I opened my eyes,but that was just about all I could do.
Because it hurt to move.If I could have just lifted my arm,I could at least try to massage my throbbing head.But my arms felt like lead.
Wisps of sunlight peeped through the trees above head casting the forest in a faint glow.
I slowly lifted my head.
By my feet,there he sat,cross-legged.Staring.At me.

((What does the guy look like?))

((I should write a description, no? ^.^))

I didn't sleep. Instead I stayed up and guarded her. Not only was I physicaly unable, but how could I just walk away from her now? Without making sure she was all right? Plus she was using my favorite jacket for a pillow. I simply couldn't leave.
The night had taken it's toll on me. I had a fever I knew, and my hands had spasmed in a way I had never seen them do. It was an agonizing night that made it difficult to move, but there was good news! I remember all of it, so no amnesia this time.
My eyes snapped over from the bright, clean smellings woods and rest on her. I felt bad for her; I did. She was just a small thing, caught in the same storm that had swallowed me.
Realizing I looked creepy at the best of times, I offer her a small smile.
"Morning." I tilt my head to the side, studying her curiously.
My shaggy black hair had dried by now, and it was sticking out in several different angles. Naw, that was how it usually was. My eyes are usually considered the strangest part about me. They're an incredibly light shade of blue/grey, a little peircing in their gaze. I have a moody face; I know it. It's easier to tell when I'm upset than when I'm happy.
"Sleep okay?"

I blinked my eyes,trying to comprehend the words.
I slowly nodded but even that took a lot of effort as my head lolled back onto the ground.I kept my eyes on him though.His hair was wild and he had the lightest shades of blue-gray eyes that I had ever come across.
I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.The small smile that tilted up his lips at the corner.
"What time is it?",I asked,my voice hoarse.

((Like the group description.Cute:) ))

I looked up at the sun. I'm no tracker or anything, but when you spend as much time as I do alone in the wilderness without so much as a metal paperclip for modernity, you learn to read the position of the sun fairly well. "I'd say around nine." I answered after a moment as I glanced back at her. Now I wish I had something to give her; food or coffee or something.
"That was uh, one crazy storm huh?" I ran a hand over my hair, trying to tame it a little. "I didn't think it'd ever stop raining." It was easy to tell by the way she moved how much pain she was in. I inched a little closer, my brows meeting in concern. "How're you doing? You took quite the fall there..."

Sierra~Kelley wrote: "((Like the group description.Cute:) ))"

*(thx I'll add words later too, probs.)*

"I'm okay",I said.And as if to prove my point I tried propping myself up on an elbow to try and sit up.
I looked skyward.It was a clear blue sky.Glancing around my eyes met the crack in the ground.
So it wasn't a hallucination,I thought wryly.But where was the creature?
I was in no hurry to go home yet because then I would have to face Dorothea and I didn't I could handle it right now.I got up and onto my,my fists slightly curling into themselves as I felt a sharp pain at my ankle.Just great.I had sprained my ankle.I winced as I took a slow step forward.I didn't want the boy to think I was completely defenseless and weak.I already owed him.
I turned towards him,realizing my hair was a mess of leaves and dirt.There was nothing I could do about it now.
I wasn't really surprised to see the creature because I knew what lurked in these trees as I had spent almost every mornings here anyway.But I was always able to sense its presence because it was always eerily quiet in these woods.I used to climb trees and wait until they passed.But what I saw yesterday,was unlike anything I'd ever seen.Not that I remembered much about it anyway.But I'd never seen anything quite so huge in my life.
"Why are you here?",I asked him,of all the things I could.But no one and I mean not a living soul ever came here even the hunters.Everyone knew there was something wrong with this part of town.Why he was here,I couldn't even fathom.

I watch her quietly, tensing a little as I see her suffer. She really did get hurt... I knew I couldn't offer help just by the way she was carrying herself. I respected that, so I stood back and let her handle whatever pain she was dealing with.
After following her gaze, I wasn't surprised to find the creature gone. I had disappeared over the course of the night in the heat of the downpour and the worst of my fever. As soon as the sky cleared it had vanished.
But the split in the earth... That stayed.
"I could ask you the same," I countered, giving her a small look as I too climb to my feet. I get up with more grace, but the bandages across my shoulder and back made inorganic noises when I moved. "I was walking home 'cause my truck broke down. I'm not... I didn't feel like keeping going so I parked it here... Why are you here?"
I knew this place was jinxed, it was kind of hard not to know. So many unlucky things happened, so many strange people... But who gave a hell?
"And what's this?" I took a step over to the crack and peered inside. It wasn't very wide, but eerie all the same.

I dodged the question.I wasn't ready to explain to him what had brought me so here desperately in the midst of a heavy downpour.
As for the crack on the ground.I had some theories.He should have known better than to step foot here.This was uncharted territory.The bad kind.
I leaned against the tree,examining the crack.
"This part of the woods isn't safe.You shouldn't be here",I told him,my eyes piercing."Bad things happen all the time".
But me standing there with a sprained ankle just after being almost mauled by some beast didn't prove my point.
"You need to leave"

I scoff a little and bend down to pick my jacket up, wincing only a little as the wounds on my back screamed at me hatefully. I dusted the dirt and needles off of it and slung it over my shoulder. "Okay, one, you're welcome," I begin a little haughtily. "And two, I can handle myself fine. I live around here... Or close by. Somewhere that direction." I wave vaguely in the direction I thought my house was. "And three, practice what you preach eh?" I squat down and drop a little rock down the crack, listening to it fall into the tiny abyss. "I can leave when I want to."

My eyes followed the rock as it tumbled through the crack.My face was carefully composed.At least I hoped so,because I really really wanted to roll my eyes at the last one.
"Okay one,thank you",I blurted out.It wasn't everyday that I came across people,so my level of hospitality was astonishing.
It wasn't that I found his presence uncomfortable or that I was concerned for his safety because he seemed capable of taking care of himself judging by the looks of him.
But I really wanted to be alone.I'd considered this part of the woods as mine.It felt like he was intruding my personal space.
"And two,if you're lost just say so",I asked,a bit smug,a small smile tugging at my lips.I had a really strong hunch that he was.And wasn't just man enough to admit it.I knew this forest as well as I knew the lines on my palms.This was my area of expertise.If I could return the favor,this was one way I could help him.

"I'm not lost." I snap, maybe a little too quickly. Standing up, I sigh and use my free hand to again run through my hair. It was a bit of a habit. "I'm not... I'm just taking the scenic route. Not a crime." I pretty much ignored the fact she was so blunt, being that I was used to that kind of behavior and worse. However, it kind of piqued me; if only slightly. Shouldn't she be... I don't know, a little more... Princessy? She was a girl after all. Not to say all girls are princessy, but she just seemed like the type that should be. It was odd to see the combination.
"SO." I say after a moment. "You do this often? Wander around the bush offering yourself as a sacrifice to wild beasts?" I shoot her a bit of a look and glance down to brush some dirt off my shirt. I wasn't in my best of appearances...

I put both my hands on my hips.
"You're one to say",I said,my voice stony."If it wasn't for me,you'd be dead by now".
I said motioning to him.And it was true.If you re-analyzed the whole situation,if I wasn't there to distract that thing,he'd probably be dead.He owed me.
"And by the way,astonishing defending skills",I said nodding my head mockingly as if I was appreciating him for it."Way to go.I mean,most of us would either fight or flee but apparently you're really good at understanding animals and they you."
I couldn't fight a smile as I remembered how he approached the animal."Shoo".I ended up staring at the ground,my shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
It felt weird.In a good way.I haven't laughed in a very long while.But today I'd laughed and smiled more than I had in a year.

((Cel??))

((SORRY! I wasn't notified. >_< Damn GR... One second!))

In the back of my mind, I knew where the real debt laid. I was trying my hardest to ignore it, however, since owing a girl was something my dad would have completely denied even as a possibility. I don't know why he disliked girls so much; but I suppose it had something to do with my mum. Personally, I didn't really want to be him.
There wasn't much to look up to.

"Well..." I attempted to find some graceful way of wiggling out of it, but nothing came to me. "I uh..."
A smirk tugged at my mouth as she tried to fight the laughter. I watched her avert her eyes and let her shoulders shake, the smirk on my face growing into a grin. "It's just one of my talents."

"Yeah,we all got to be good at something right?",I asked,crossing my arms and smirking at him in turn.I checked the time.It was getting late.I knew Dorothea wouldn't bother.But I had to get back home sometime.
I didn't realize I was starving until then
"So since you have this area totally figured out,I'd reckon you would find your back home.Somehow",I said as I turned on my heels and headed back the way I came.

As she turned around, I froze and glanced around at the surrounding bush. there was no denying I was totally lost. Somehow. "Uhm..." Truth be told, I really didn't feel well enough to trudge several miles through the forest. I could feel my 'should be scarring if I just let them heal' wounds bleeding, and the bandage was only kept on my skin by a few straggling pieces of tape. I hadn't eaten for almost two days, and I was paranoid about being dehydrated.
And I was curious.

"Could I, actually, follow you?" Ooh, way to sound creeper. "I mean, get my bearings and some tape if you got it? Who knows," I shrugged, trying not to wince from the pain it caused. "The beast may return."

I turned around and stared at him,smirking.I almost bit my tongue to prevent lashing out anymore of my sarcastic comments.From the looks of it,I didn't think he would be able to take it.He looked exhausted.Noticing the shrug and the almost-there-wince,it didn't take much to realize he was injured.
I did owe it to him though.At least,he didn't leave me stranded in the middle of the woods.Even though he himself was lost.I'd figure he'd move to a much safer place.Far far away from where we had seen the creature.
I didn't care about what Dorothea thought or how she would react on seeing him in the house.
And for the first time that day,I smiled.A genuine smile.
"Follow me"
The sun was out and shining as I trudged along the woods,leading the way.