Chimney Swift
i am confusion
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tamarapasek
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PenguinFox
The one an' only
Sawyer took several steps closer to the figure that had appeared suddenly and gripped her axe tighter. With a rising panic in her chest Tallulah Woods shut her eyes tight. Without thinking her hands also went over her eyes, inevitably leaving black smudges all over her face. She did not want to see what she thought was about to happen. Her heart pounded in her ears, perhaps her body's attempt at blocking out any sound. After several agonizingly long seconds fingers parted but remained glued to cheekbones. Hazel hues peeked out to see Sawyer just standing in front of the figure. Lulu slowly lowered her hands and took a few deep breaths to quiet the rush of blood in her ears. She only heard the end of the blonde girl's words but thankfully Zach was also verbalizing the situation to Max...wait Max is deaf so why is Zach...?
The figure was someone the others knew. Well that was a relief. Sawyer wouldn't have to use her axe for...gruesome purposes. Their leader made her way up the stairs partly before turning and giving the group their orders. Zach passed Max off to Harper who at least was fluent in sign language. Lulu had always been interested in learning but never had the time. What time she wasn't at school or doting on her plant friends was typically spent doing what her mother told her to.
Zach arrived at the top of the stairs shortly after Sawyer did, both of them commenting on the cold. Lulu did her best to follow close behind the one person she felt connected to here, but she was taking her time on the stairs. This would be the worst place to lose her footing, falling and hurting herself would likely cut the expedition short. Max and Stu were the last two up the stairs, Stu struggling quite a bit. Lulu almost went down after him when he fell to make sure he was okay but the first step down made a terrible creaking that warned her not to chance it. The whole house felt like it was on it's last legs and parts even felt like they'd come crashing down any minute.
The others were right, the landing atop the stairs, and what seemed like the rest of the second floor was freezing. Lulu was not at all dressed for this kind of freezing temperatures. Her baggy shirt did nothing to protect her so she immediately began shivering. Her arms clutched tightly to her chest as her gaze wandered about. "C-cool..." she whispered through chattering teeth. This inexplicable drop in temperature had piqued the girl's interest. This was the exact kind of thing that Lulu hoped for when exploring. Stuff that people couldn't, or perhaps didn't want to explain. Her eyes rested on Sawyer and her jacket. She was far more prepared evidently. Lulu's look of admiration was replaced with disappointment as she looked down at her own attire. Why didn't she think to bring a jacket? It was dark out after all, so she should've known she might've gotten cold from the natural temperature decrease, let alone the possibly supernatural one.
Harper and Zach were the first to make their way to a door where the group's target would hopefully be. Lulu braced herself for whatever was about to happen next. She wouldn't use the bat and she didn't see point of taking any pictures of what might be in there unless otherwise instructed so her hands opted to rub her arms in a vain attempt to warm herself up. She wasn't planning on entering the room at all because as Sawyer had pointed out; she was rather small, at least compared to the man that had become known as the cat killer. That was why she was given the bat in the first place, self defense. While Lulu wasn't really scared for herself she figured the others might be worried about her so she would do her best to stay out of what might be harm's way. The gasps of surprise though was just too much of a magnetic pull for the curious young girl to deny. She poked her head through the door the four older kids had gone through to see...nothing. Nothing at all in fact. An eyebrow arched as Harper noted that this was where things should be.
"Perhaps, it isn't this room? Or everything was moved to another? This is quite a large building, we should check every room." A faint smile appeared on her face, the kind that hoped it's owner was being helpful. The Woods girl's hair bounced from side to side as she looked both directions down the hallway, searching for any kind of clue. She pointed to a door that was open just a crack, her headlight barely illuminating it. "That would be my first guess." she whispered to the group. Before any kind of movements towards the door could be made however a horrendous creaking sound echoed throughout the house, as if the whole thing was alive and groaning. Lulu's hazel's darted between Zach and Harper in the empty room, Max and Stu at the top of the stairs, and Sawyer who was standing next to her. Somewhere above her the was a crack that caused the air around them to shift. Through the headlamp's light she could see a thick shower of dust. Acting entirely instinctually she dashed forward and threw all of her weight into Sawyer. It may have only been one hundred or so pounds, but the blonde not expecting it was enough to knock her backwards.
As the pair of girls hit the floor the ceiling behind them collapsed, effectively splitting the group into three pairs. Lulu's face was buried into the shoulder of the blonde beneath her and her hands hovered over Sawyer's face in an attempt to shield it. After a few moments the dust settled and the Woods girl lifted her head to be face to face with the taller of the two. "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over like that but..." she trailed off. Their noses were only inches apart, the younger searching for any type of damage in the older's face. She lifted her head slightly so that her headlamp shone into Sawyer's eyes briefly. "I don't think you're concussed...oh!" her face turned red as she suddenly realized she was still pinning the blonde down. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." she pushed her self to the side and rolled onto her back on the floor next to Sawyer, looking at the pile of destruction where they had been standing moments before. She didn't see if anyone else was in the path of the carnage but hope everyone else was okay. The door to the room Zach and Harper had been in was completely blocked by splintered wood. They were likely okay, as long as they hadn't tried to leave. Lulu was more concerned for Max and Stu. While Max wouldn't have heard the sounds he probably would have felt it. She just didn't know if it would have been enough time to get out of the way of anything.
"I suppose we're even now?" Lulu commented to Sawyer, attempting to calm the adrenaline coursing through her veins with a joke that definitely fell flat. She wasn't used to this level of action and excitement on her expeditions. When the small brunette attempted to push herself up off the ground a tiny sucking in of air could be heard, complimented by a wince on her face. She quickly shoved her hands between her shirt and overalls to hide them, and turned away from Sawyer. Taking a step closer to the debris pile she called out to the others. "Is everyone okay?"
KingofAesir
lion.
Dazzle
Chimney Swift
Dede
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0k_mang0
KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
code by valen t.
Chimney Swift
i am confusion
code by valen t.
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Dede
McNugget
Stu
The ceiling gave no warning when it caved. Decades and generations of silent decay had worked weaknesses into the structure of Hockey House that the weight of the explorers exacerbated. Somewhere a loose board set off the chain reaction, sending parts of the ceiling into a free fall.
Stu felt the friendly push, went on his knees. He braced with Max’s example, closed his eyes, and all that followed was heard, not seen. Now he waited, breathed thinly. He stayed cowered on the landing until the noise passed into an eerie silence.
When those little eyes exposed themselves again, Hockey House was unrecognisable in all directions. Stu was caked in dust that made him cough his lungs out, but he was surprisingly unscathed. Max’s quick thinking had possibly saved both their lives.
He shot up with the little tap on his shoulder and dusted his legs. His shocked eyes surveyed the havoc wreaked by the collapse. The notion that the others might have been crushed or trapped in rubble made his knees wobble. He coughed into his elbow and hurried over to the older boy, and crouched beside him with a view of helping him dislodge the rotten wood. He leant his body into the debris, dug his foot under a fallen beam for leverage. But there was no use. The new wall would not be moved.
Once he’d acknowledged the futility of their attempts, Stu took a step back, biting his knuckle, heart pounding like a snare drum. He watched Max with horror and a brow raised. He didn’t know why the older boy was still screaming, since by then the others had already called out and said they were fine.
Maybe it was shock, maybe injury. He hobbled over and tried to help Max up on his feet. “Are you alright?” He put a reluctant hand on that boy’s back and began patting it in a manner of consoling. “Are you hurt?”
Then he yelled back at the wall, and answered the calls of the others, and told them he and Max were going to get help.
It made sense that they should be the ones to find rescue. They were the closest ones to the exit, which was just down the flight of stairs and along the corridor, and them being in the back of the group had really paid dividends.
Stu, too, could be a scrappy creature when the situation demanded it of him. He picked up the flashlight and knocked it back to life against the bone of his arm. Then he moved ahead with initiative, trying to get a frantic Max to follow him. “We’ve got to get help and fast,” he said. “The door—the one we came in!”
Stu had cut his hand on a piece of nail, along the base of his thumb. It didn’t go in too deep, but deep enough that blood ran a straight red line down his wrist and made a trail of smudge on the handrails he used to come down the stairs. Despite the shock of blood it didn’t hurt or anything. Stu had too much adrenaline to feel anything but the slightest throbbing along the soft line of his palm.
In front of them the exit was blocked by debris, an inconvenience so ridiculous that Stu again became convinced Toothrot had a hand in all their misfortunes. Divide and conquer was his plan all along. So far, it had worked well for old Toothrot: the group was broken up and its scattered parts became easy pickings. It would take the combined wits of Max and Stu to evade the janitor's fishy wrath.
“Come on. We’ve got to find another way,” Stu said urgently. “Listen, we've got to get out of here.”
They couldn’t give up now. The fate of the whole group depended on it.
Dazzle
KingofAesir
PenguinFox
Chimney Swift
lion.
0k_mang0
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Elf_Ruler
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Tatum Browne
The day for Tatum had been full of adventure, though she hadn’t been able to get a goat. Her heart was sad about that but her time with Noemie had really helped to ease her mind. Sure, she wished she didn’t have to go back to Parish but that was the unfortunate aspect of being her, she couldn’t escape her own form of hell. The drive back had been quiet mostly in sadness of Snuffles, but she had been thinking about how her conversation with Hayden would go. She was nervous, after all she had dumped him and for a while, she blamed him for everything that had happened. She had blamed him for the hurt, for the pain, and the struggling that she felt about herself. Now she had realized that everything she had originally thought was wrong, and now she felt like she had to fix her mistake. Fix her problems. But then again maybe the problem was her. Hayden had given up on her and now Zach was doing the same. Hell, even Colby had left her so the problem must be her.
Once Nomes had dropped her back off at her house Tatum was quiet upon entering. She looked around and nothing had moved which was unsurprising. The cup of water from this morning, still unmoved, the mail still in its current pile, and Tatum still the same broken daughter to her mother. Her life was nothing but a mess at home and yet she made her life seem as though it was perfect and as if she had never understood what it was like to feel as if she didn’t quite belong, as if she didn’t live with a constant insecurity. Once, she made her way upstairs she poked her head in her mother’s room and still saw her mother curled. The blankets had moved but the bottles of wine were still scattered along the floor. “Hey mom.” Tatum spoke as she came in to collect the many empty bottles, “Just wanted to check in on you. Has dad called?” Her mother turned her head, “Not yet.” Were the words her mother’s voice rasped out, and then her mother curled back up without casting another glance at her daughter.
As soon as her mother’s room was picked up Tatum made her way to the beach. Hayden said he would be there, and she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. Well, at least not this time. It didn’t take her long to park her car and feel the cool air from the water hit her face. The smell of the salt assaulting her nose and then she saw him. There he was on the bench not really looking at anything, but still looking like he had something going through his mind. She remembered so many times coming to the beach with him, the times of joy and the times of pain. How many times she had laughed with him on the very sand she stood on but also the tears she shed after she had broken up with him. It had been one of the hardest decisions she had made and now she hoped the beach would be a place of reconciliation.
As she approached the brunette boy, she could feel her heart rate rising and he palms sweating. She tapped his shoulder and smiled, “Hey.” She smiled at him. It felt for that moment that she felt like she had when she first met him. He still gave her butterflies when she was in his presence, “I’m glad you’re here. I really want to apologize. I know I fucked up and I should have known what was wrong. I should’ve known then and I was selfish. I was so selfish and you.” She couldn’t even look at him as she spoke, “You didn’t deserve that.” Hayden and Zach had made it apparent to her that she wasn’t a great girlfriend and she wasn’t sure she could be a perfect girlfriend for anyone.
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Elf_Ruler
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Lemon Pierce
As Ashley let Lemon into her house, Lemon could feel the differences in their houses. It wasn’t a bad difference; Lemon just wasn’t used to going to most people’s houses besides AJ or Tae. Her house was warm and inviting full of the smells of bread and baked goods. Ashley’s house held an entirely different smell that Lemon couldn’t quite place. The younger girl was so friendly and inviting to her, and Lemon was glad she was getting the chance to know her. Oliver was friends with her so that meant she was a good person. Oliver wouldn’t be friends with people that were bad. As her thoughts began to wander, she heard another sound at the door and in front of her and Ashley stood a boy with what Lemon would describe as disheveled hair and a goofy grin to his face. The way he looked at Ashley was something almost out of a storybook or a cheesy romance. She couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. She kind of liked being the outsider, she didn’t expect to ever have someone look at her like that. She couldn’t allow someone to look at her like that. She had a path to achieve and she couldn’t disappoint her family. When he finally noticed her and introduced himself, she smiled and waved back, “Hi. I’m Lemon. Like the fruit.” She was used to the question of people asking if her name was Lemon like the fruit, so she sometimes added it into her introduction.
Her eyes had caught sight of Oli and a bigger smile spread across her face. She was so excited that he was joining movie night. He deserved the same fun as other teenagers and what was more fun than watching Hocus Pocus, one of the best movies ever made. She was never sure why her parents let her watch it, but she didn’t comment on it and fell in love with it. It brought her the most joy compared to any movie she had watched, and she hoped the movie brought Oli some of the same joy. She waved at him, “Hi Oli!” she really liked him and all his turtle facts he was literally one of the nicest people she had met even though he was quite shy. It was okay though; some people were shy and all they needed was a friend who understood. She looked at the others and hoped they were just as excited as she was.
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tamarapasek
Qwertycakes
Chimney Swift
Chimney Swift
i am confusion
code by valen t.
MePersonally
To stay alive you've got to kill your mind.
Lissy Cardea
Location: Walking to Ashley’s house, ringing her door bell
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The unfamiliar streets were kind of scary in the twilight of the evening. Even though there were street lights everywhere, Lissy still found herself looking around cautiously, as if anything would come to jump at them from the shadows.
Sometimes, the monsters are in your head...
This sentence meant a lot to her. It was an anchor, when she was scared, a reminder that not every threat was real, that sometimes, her mind tricked her into believing the worst. She could control it, by now- it was getting a lot better, but in dark and unfamiliar places, she felt that little itch in the back of her mind. It sped up her breath just a little and made her jumpy as hell... She was scarred and was taking her time to heal. It was fine.
Plus, having her sister next to her helped. She knew that Sissy would be there to save her, like she had always been. A light in the dark, when Lissy was scared.
“Hey- what’s up?”, Sissy asked, her voice soft and compassionate. It was a rhetorical question and Lissy knew that. Without further words, she reached for her twin’s hand. Sissy nodded and grabbed her sister’s hand, squeezing gently.
“S’okay”, she reassured her.
When they had read about the movie night, Lissy had seen it as an opportunity to get to know people their age in town. Being the new girl always sucked, so she was making an effort to get this phase over with quickly. Of course, they had always had each other, but lately Sissy had been acting aggressive and annoyed by almost everything and wasn’t very pleasant to be around, so Lissy had decided that she needed other people to talk to, maybe people who didn’t know every little thing about what had happened last year. She just wanted to be normal again.
They walked in silence for a while, until they reached the adress. Lissy looked up at the house and nodded, but Sissy stopped, using their intertwined hands to make her sister do the same.
“That’s a effin’ waste of time!”, she complained. Of course... Why had Lissy thought she could just bring her sister along to get to know people? Just a year ago, Sissy had been the most social person, always talking or texting with a lot of friends, going out and doing stupid stuff that Lissy wouldn’t even think about. Now, her sister was annoyed all the time and it seemed she was actually making an effort to be disliked.
“Sissy, bitte. Mom said...”
“Yeah fuck Mom”, was everything Sissy had to say about that. Slowly, but surely, Lissy was getting annoyed with her sister’s attitude. She ripped her hand from her twins.
“Oke, i geh jetzt.”
With these words, she announced that she was not willing to wait another damn second.
“You can stay out here if you want.”
Determinedly, she went forward and pressed the door bell, leaving Sissy behind somewhere along the driveway.
Location: Walking to Ashley’s house, ringing her door bell
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The unfamiliar streets were kind of scary in the twilight of the evening. Even though there were street lights everywhere, Lissy still found herself looking around cautiously, as if anything would come to jump at them from the shadows.
Sometimes, the monsters are in your head...
This sentence meant a lot to her. It was an anchor, when she was scared, a reminder that not every threat was real, that sometimes, her mind tricked her into believing the worst. She could control it, by now- it was getting a lot better, but in dark and unfamiliar places, she felt that little itch in the back of her mind. It sped up her breath just a little and made her jumpy as hell... She was scarred and was taking her time to heal. It was fine.
Plus, having her sister next to her helped. She knew that Sissy would be there to save her, like she had always been. A light in the dark, when Lissy was scared.
“Hey- what’s up?”, Sissy asked, her voice soft and compassionate. It was a rhetorical question and Lissy knew that. Without further words, she reached for her twin’s hand. Sissy nodded and grabbed her sister’s hand, squeezing gently.
“S’okay”, she reassured her.
When they had read about the movie night, Lissy had seen it as an opportunity to get to know people their age in town. Being the new girl always sucked, so she was making an effort to get this phase over with quickly. Of course, they had always had each other, but lately Sissy had been acting aggressive and annoyed by almost everything and wasn’t very pleasant to be around, so Lissy had decided that she needed other people to talk to, maybe people who didn’t know every little thing about what had happened last year. She just wanted to be normal again.
They walked in silence for a while, until they reached the adress. Lissy looked up at the house and nodded, but Sissy stopped, using their intertwined hands to make her sister do the same.
“That’s a effin’ waste of time!”, she complained. Of course... Why had Lissy thought she could just bring her sister along to get to know people? Just a year ago, Sissy had been the most social person, always talking or texting with a lot of friends, going out and doing stupid stuff that Lissy wouldn’t even think about. Now, her sister was annoyed all the time and it seemed she was actually making an effort to be disliked.
“Sissy, bitte. Mom said...”
“Yeah fuck Mom”, was everything Sissy had to say about that. Slowly, but surely, Lissy was getting annoyed with her sister’s attitude. She ripped her hand from her twins.
“Oke, i geh jetzt.”
With these words, she announced that she was not willing to wait another damn second.
“You can stay out here if you want.”
Determinedly, she went forward and pressed the door bell, leaving Sissy behind somewhere along the driveway.
Chimney Swift
i am confusion
code by valen t.
Dede
McNugget
Stu
Stu hadn’t expected Max to take his wrist and drag him along like a toddler. The older boy must have thought they were in clear and present danger to resort to such humiliating measures. Anyway, Stu complied; it would have been too impolite to shake off a helping hand. Plus, Max always seemed like the kid who knew what he was doing. He struck Stu as the most careful and the bravest of the lot, even on Twitter he was always sensible and mature and ever the voice of reason. If anyone stood a chance of saving the group and getting them out of Hockey House, Stu believed it was Max.
Things could have been worse. He could have been stranded with the insane, axe-wielding Sawyer. Or that other boy who sang like a madman. God forbid, he could have been stranded with one of the girls. Stu couldn’t talk to girls under normal circumstances, he doubted he’d fare much better at the moment!! Hindsight was a thing. Stu should have listened to Max when he told him not to tag along. They should all have just called the cops instead of breaking into some old house filled with spiders and— Oh God, the spiders.
Happy thoughts, Stu. Sea turtles. Sea turtles.
Max was purposely moving through the house, dragging Stu along with him. “Max, stop. Stop! You’re hurting my hand!” Stu said, and since the older boy didn’t register his complaints, he gave a quick tug and flicked his wrist. Then he pinned the light on his palm to reveal the cut he’d picked up, showing it to Max. “Ow— I think it was a nail. . .” Stu grimaced to see his own blood. “That’s a lot of blood, isn’t it? I could bleed out, couldn’t I? I could—”
Later, once Stu had calmed down a bit, they came into the dining room where Stu swivelled his light from left to right. He could hardly pierce the unsettled dust and darkness. A chill hung in the air that made the hair stand on his arms. He stepped toward the cabinet, and with a reluctant hand he turned some of the picture frames front-side-up. “Max, come look,” he said. “These pictures—” He wiped the dust with a scrunched-up sleeve, and stared at the old black and white portraits. Faces of people long ago dead and their haunting eyes. He gave a little gasp and backed away from the cabinet.
Sea turtles. Sea turtles.
Stu backed into Max and reoriented himself toward their dark exit. All the way, he could smell the fishy stench of Toothrot carrying in the breeze from cracks in the windows. He shone the light on himself as if to make sure his shirt was still inside-out, and hadn’t somehow turned itself outside-in in all the commotion.
For a moment the light was pointed up his chin and nose and cast deep shadows along a boyish face that made him look like the boy-ghost of Hockey House.
Nervousness made him talk.
“This house is so old. Probably older than my granddad. Or maybe his granddad! Or his granddad’s granddad! I wonder who else has lived here… before Toothrot I mean. A lot of people must have lived here. And they must have all died. Maybe they died here. Don’t you think so, Max? If they died, then… maybe they’re still here. Like their spirits. And they haven’t gone to heaven because they haven’t been buried properly. And maybe the cats can sense them, cos they’re clever and all, like the Egyptians thought. And then… that’s why they come here. But they disappear, because the ghosts don’t want to be found. So they… they kill them. And… and now they’re cat ghosts too. Cat ghosts.”
The ancient floorboards meowed under their weights, and made Stu jump. So now he sidled and preferred to walk on the carpet, even though each footfall made a new cloud of dust for them to contend with.
“I’m glad I’m stuck with you though. I think the other kids are crazy. They don’t listen, not like you do. I guess that’s the story with this town, cos nobody ever listens to anybody, and they just do dumb things and hurt each other. But you’re alright, Max. And you saved us back there. We would easily have died if you didn’t. Then we would have become ghosts, and we’ll be stuck here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.”
Chimney Swift
birthday boy
Chimney Swift
i am confusion
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Elf_Ruler
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Tatum Browne
For a split-second Tatum had been stunned by Hayden, by his words. How could she have not done anything wrong? He hadn’t trusted her and that to her meant she had made a mistake been a bad girlfriend. So how could she be free of any wrongdoing? It wasn’t his mistake alone, if she had tried more and tried harder then maybe just maybe things would be different. If she hadn’t given up would they still be together? Would she be with Zach? Would she be friends with Colby? But she had given up, she had hurt so much, and she couldn’t hurt anymore, but had it really been the right choice? She could feel herself playing with the charms on her bracelet to distract her from the fears she was beginning to face. Her hands rubbing the main surfboard charm that she had been given when her and Zach had first started dating. And the irony of it all was she was talking with her ex wondering what things would have been had she tried harder when they were together.
For those few moments Tatum stood in silence trying to think of her next words, trying to make sure she didn’t say the wrong thing. Her mind was swimming with thoughts from when she had been with Hayden, “I could’ve tried more. I didn’t have to be so hard on you. It was my mistake too. I can be,” Tatum paused for a moment to find the proper word, “stubborn at times. Hell, Colby doesn’t want to even be my friend anymore. Zach…” she shook her head feeling the lump in her throat. She could feel the tears begin to build up in her eyes and threatening to fall down.
Zach didn’t love her, he had put their business out in the open and then decided to bring in her past relationship with Hayden, something that had always stung. How could anyone not feel like they were the problem when everything negative that happened was always based on something they did or didn’t do.
She tried to wipe away the one escaping tear, she didn’t know how to explain to Hayden what was happening. She had a mom and a dad, granted her mom was broken, so she didn’t feel right complaining about it, and Hayden was also her ex, so she didn’t feel like she had any right to explain the issues between her and Zach. She couldn’t talk to Isa about Zach because Isa would have killed him and Nomes, well she was trying to be the peacemaker. Colby hated Zach, Ian was friends with both, and all the people she knew she couldn’t say anything to. Not without feeling judged. So instead of words all that came to her were tears, “I’m sorry.” She was apologizing for the tears more than for what she had done. She wasn’t one to cry in front of others, but she had always felt comfortable around Hayden. It was as if she was always able to be more open about her feelings with him, well until he started ignoring her. But Hayden was her first everything, even if she had never said the words to him. So now here she was crying in front of her ex, instead of being the badass that most everyone thought of her to be.
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PenguinFox
The one an' only
It wasn't long after calling out that Lulu heard a voice from the other side of the rubble. Stu's voice to be exact. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Max and Stu were both alive, now they just needed to hear from the other third of the group...but no answer came. Her eyes shifted to Sawyer who was frantically digging at the debris. Their fearless leader was clearly in a state of panic and that brought a knot of anxiety to Lulu's stomach. The blonde was the one that was supposed to reassure everyone and tell them they'd all be okay; how were they supposed to not be afraid if the fearless one was panicked? The brunette's lip quivered. She had only really been keeping it together because of the older girl's bravery. Her courage was much like the ceiling; collapsing underneath the weight of this wretched house. Without the support beams of Sawyer's confident grin Lulu felt fear creep inside her for the first time that night.
The Woods girl's eyes blinked blankly as she stood there shivering, watching Sawyer claw desperately at the mountain before them. She wanted to be back in her warm sunroom, letting the stress be washed away by the sunlight and companionship of her plants. Her shoulders drooped for a moment but quite suddenly snapped back up. She furrowed her brows in determination. The thought of her sunroom back at home had given her a realization. She cared for the plants just as they cared for her. She considered them friends, and caring for each other was what friends did. Well, she considered Sawyer a friend too! If she couldn't be brave for the group then Lulu would be brave for her.
Headlamps scanned over the rubble pile. Lulu's first priority was figuring out Zach and Harper's status. That would in turn hopefully help to calm down the blonde. She noticed a large beam sticking out roughly near where the door had been. The small brunette approached it, dusting off her hands on her overalls. She gripped it as firmly as she could without risking splinters and began pushing at it with all her weight. Digging, as the older girl was proving, wasn't going to get them anywhere fast. But if Lulu could get in the other room, or at least get a glimpse inside and check on the others, then they could figure out the next best course of action.
Pushing the beam proved to be a Herculean task for the young girl however. Not only did she have little strength to work with but it felt like her right hand was going to break off at any moment. When she had tackled Sawyer she had landed on it funny and leaning her weight on it was only serving to make the pain worse. She gritted her teeth in determination and pushed even harder, occasionally letting out a pathetic sounding whimper of agony. She felt the tiniest shift and that only made her push even harder. Whether it was the beam, her bone placement, or her imagination that was the cause of the shift didn't matter. In an attempt to get more leverage she turned around and put her feet against the wall and pushed on the beam with her back. She let her right hand hang down limply as she tried again to push the beam. The old wood dug into her back but it hurt significantly less than her wrist.
With one final grunt Lulu pressed her feet into the wall as hard as she could and felt the beam move. It was barely a difference but the sight of several bricks and and planks crumbling away from the mound caused the brunette to laugh triumphantly. She pulled away the loose rubble and saw the tiniest of holes the went into what was likely the room where Zach and Harper were. The hole couldn't have been bigger than a peep hole in a door but the brunette pressed her face into the dusty debris anyway.
Darkness. All Lulu could see was darkness. There was no way she could shine a light through the gap and be able to see through it at the same time. She took a step back and brushed her dark locks away from her ear before pressing up against it. There was definitely something crawling on her head but she did her best to ignore it. She strained to hear something, anything, that would indicate the last third of the group was alive. Her whole body tensed waiting to hear something...
Tallulah fell away from the small gap she had made and practically crumpled to the floor. Her face was covered in dust, there was a spider in her hair, her muscles were sore, and her wrist felt like it was on fire, but all she could feel was relief. "I heard their voices Sawyer. They're alive." she panted out. The adrenaline was evidently wearing off and the girl was exhausted. Her wrist, no longer being numbed with fight or flight, was becoming increasingly unbearable. She may not have injured it in the fall but using it like she did definitely made it worse. A couple tears rolled down her cheek leaving stripes on her face where they washed away the dust.
After wiping away the evidence that she was in pain Lulu picked herself up off the floor, collected her bag that had been tossed aside and made her way to Sawyer. She hid her hand inside her overalls knowing that it was probably swollen. Their leader had enough to worry about, and the younger girl wasn't about to add on to that list. She gingerly reached out with her good hand and clasped on to Sawyer's. "We need to find a way out. It's not safe." She interlocked their fingers in attempt to cling to stability; for both their sake's really. "You know this place better than I do...would you be able to lead the way?" Hazel eyes looked up into browns. The brunette's tone was quiet; clearly tired and only barely steady. She was still cold but was grateful for the warmth Sawyer's hand provided. The darkness loomed over the two menacingly, eagerly awaiting to swallow the pair. Despite how much they may have wanted it to be, this adventure was far from over.
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