The Gears Are Turning

Alethea had began to clear her desk, taking stacks of the papers and settling them into folder pockets accordingly, until she paused once again.

A..fiancé? She didn’t even have any friends. “Why would I..” Mund trails off as her mind dances with the endless possibilities.

It didn’t take long for the young lady’s face to colour correct to a similar shade of her hair, gulping as her eyes idly shifted.

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

because october is just around the corner.

feel free to change pronouns as necessary!

wuthering heights- kate bush

❝ i hated you, i loved you too. ❞ ❝ bad dreams in the night. ❞ ❝ they told me i was going to lose the fight. ❞ ❝ you had a temper like my jealousy: too hot, too greedy. ❞ ❝ ___, it’s me, __, i’ve come home and i’m so cold. ❞ ❝ let me in your window. ❞ ❝ it gets dark, it gets lonely. ❞ ❝ i pine a lot. ❞ ❝ i find a lot falls through without you. ❞ ❝ too long i’ve roamed in the night. ❞ ❝ i’m coming back to his side to put it right. ❞ ❝ let me have your soul. ❞ ❝ you know it’s me: __! ❞

haunted- poe

❝ pretty please, can you tell me where i am? ❞ ❝ you, won’t you say something? ❞ ❝ i need to get my bearings. ❞ ❝ i’m lost and the shadows keep on changing. ❞ ❝ and i’m haunted by the lives that i have loved. ❞ ❝ i’m haunted by the lies that wove the web. ❞ ❝ don’t cry, there’s always a way. ❞ ❝ please, i know it’s hard to believe. ❞ ❝ you and me, and these shadows keep on changing. ❞ ❝ hallways always. ❞ ❝ i’m haunted by the promises i’ve made and others i have broken. ❞ ❝ come here, i’ve got the pieces here. ❞ ❝ build a casket for my tears. ❞ ❝ you think i’ll cry? i won’t cry! ❞ ❝ my heart will break before i cry! ❞

fair folk - heather dale

❝ oh, tread not here till the light of day. ❞ ❝ the fair folk dance, the fair folk sing. ❝ ❝ gold and silver shine all around. ❞ ❝ oh, come not here at the fall of night. ❞ ❝ hold high the iron that they fear. ❞ ❝ when the fair folk call, don’t let them near. ❞ ❝ the banshee wails in the dark night. ❞ ❝ seven years spent out of time. ❞ ❝ all was lost that once was mine. ❞ ❝ i tarried once and listened long to the echoes of the fair folk’s song. ❞

murder ballad - murder ballad

In this photo you can clearly see both of Kirby’s hands!

In other words…

Hold it!

Wikipedia and Urban Dictionary both define a “selfie” as a photo of someone, taken by themselves. Usually from arm length, or through a mirror. So even if Kirby did ask someone else to take the picture for him…

It still wouldn’t count as a selfie!

You are ignoring the fact that most cameras have a fancy option to use a timer that takes the picture when the taker activates it.

Kirby could’ve perfectly used this option to take the picture, which even in your urban dictionary definition would still count as a selfie.

Since,

Traveling through the seas was immensely costly on the mind, having to navigate through waves and surf, ward off predatory sea life and not to mention keeping oneself alive on what little the sea could offer. 

It made it all the more awe inducing to see a giant isle, one that held resources and promise of possibly living comfortably despite circumstances.

H slowly started to make his way toward such an island, watching the tiny distant speck of land grow larger and larger as he drew closer. Numerous trees, palms, mangroves and jungle trees that reached up to the sky. He felt the boat jolt suddenly as it was soon run up onto shore.

After a lengthy amount of time, Mund ripped her tired, dreary expression from the waters to see an upcoming plot of land. “Hurrah!” Her aching arms rejoice as she paddles her way for the place ahead. The woman had been travelling for two days now, and all she could hope for was a place to eat and rest aside from the damned oceanic fighting ring. Running a hand through her messy, Marroon locks, she plots both hands to paddle and sets for a quick travel for the land before her. Balancing herself out as she came close to the edge of ground, she hopped onto the grassy texture, grabbing her raft and tugging it around to tie it hold to a branch…thing of sorts. If she was to stay the night, and found it to be unsuitable, at least she had the solution…in a way.

While a much less experienced version of him would have tried to buck up and build camp where he was, he knew well of the dangers and annoyances that came with building in such a place. Namely Prime Apes, Frogs, Snakes and Mosquitoes. If anything there were safer alternatives than roughing it. It would take much more labor on his part to be able to prevent potential flooding, though it would pay out far greater if he could manage to work quickly through the end of summer before the arrival of spring.

The man progressed through the dense grasses and mulch of the jungles before eventually standing right at the edge of the territory only to grow just a tad bit intimidated. While he could not necessarily confirm it, it would have to wait as he now saw himself in the meadows, numerous wild growing sweet potatoes grew in the area. If anything this seemed far better though.. it would certainly be at greater risk of flooding.

Still. It was better than nothing.

For the fire, I mean.” Crumbling down to her knees, she swings her arm around swiftly to plant her backpack in front of her, flipping open the lip of it to search the contents of the bag. In need of an Axe, Alethea sweeps up a handful of sticks, plucking up a fairly sharp component of flint to duo it. Running a harsh hand through her messy red locks, she grunts in frustration, starting to combine the two to make the device needed, although her luck differs the situation, the flint flops and slants under the weight of it compared to the sticks. Mumbling to herself lowly,

“Alright…now stay in place.” …Flop. “No, I said, stay in place, please.” … “Yes?” …Flop.

Alethea yells angrily, losing her temper quite easily as she flings her head back, cursing out, “GOD DAMN IT!” Mund whacks the wonky tool off of the dirt in indignation, “STAY.” Whack. “IN.” Slam. “PLACE!” Crack!

Bringing up the device in shaky hand, the two entities seem to have melded into place in a sturdy fashion due to force. “Finally.” She groans, dragging her things up with her as she tromps over to the trees to get the articles needed. “All I need is logs…just those and I’m set for the night…” The young woman mutters to herself in exhaustion as she approaches the trees nearby the edge of the isle. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Oh, how she couldn’t have been more wrong. After a couple swings, Deadly Serpents dropped from above! The horror! In a pure shot of panic she tried her best to dodge and weave, To such an extent, the woman would double around and kite the tree, puffing out her anger before swinging all her emotion into the wood until she snapped. Cracking her head low to the hissing creatures below, Axe in hand, she began Slicing and morbidly cutting deep into their flesh, their red liquid coating the woman shamelessly. A key feature about Alethea was on low energy, after a day of travel, her patience tends to thin rapidly, and this was such an example of that.

Eventually, the tree had become Groundborn, dropping like Mund hoped it would. Exhaling deeply, she took a moment to eye over the current situation at hand. It was dusk..around that time rather, from what her months of living by the sun taught her, sitting on a piece of land she had no bloody idea where she was. “Could be worse.” She spoke outloud to herself. With that, she bent down to collect up the carcas’ and wood, waddling over to a clear space nearby before drooping down to her knees in enervation. Swiftly, the girl plots her bag beside her and whips up the Campfire she tried all this damned time for.

It was what kept him busy on the new island, just wandering about scanning for crates and the like before returning to the task of making shelter. With each crate he passed, he cracked them open with a resounding wooden snap with each clubbing from his hammer. 

…Moments later it happened again. Was that..wood snapping? What in the…

Bringing knees to her chest, she ties her arms around them as she darts her head around with unease, her eyes scanning for the next instance, but nothing came. Shrugging a little to herself, her drowsiness persued and loomed over her like a frightful creature, weighing down her eyelids and swaying her body. This was it. 24 hours plus had the woman gone without sleep, and she was never one for staying up so easily, finding it odd and unearthly some were able to stay up for double what she had weighing on her at the moment.

This wasn’t safe, nor responsible, but the debilitated Mund gave in and fell into the arms of her temptations, dropping her head down gradually as she began to drowse. What if the fire gave in? Or something tried to attack her? Suppose if something did she could only hold liability to oneself. With time, the Psychologist was curled up into a little ball by the roaring, crackling camp fire, deeply unconscious to such a state attack would be a walk in the park.

For someone so independant you’d expect them to atleast teach themselves a few tips and tricks to get by on minimal rest, but alas, no dice. As the smoke began to rise from fire, it lit a beacon for danger nonetheless, but whether it came was a different story entierly. Filling up the skies above as she light projects back the perimiter, warding off small creatures and the like from the young one soundly resting. Surprisingly for someone so robotic, she looked her most peaceful when in siesta. Time to time her stomach would cry out in need of some form of sustanance, only to have Mund whimper or groan, curling up a little tighter.

Even so, the night air that this place seemed to simulate was authentic enough.. What bothered him most was of course, the lack of stars. It wasn’t until he started to wander off even further that he spotted a distant fire, a very far off fire. He decided to creep closer, despite how every cell in his body seemed to affirm that it was incredibly ill advised. 

Suppose it didn’t help that WHILE she was asleep, a man had contributed to her lowly lit fire, quite generously at that before wondering off, unable to thank nor comment on his activity. Alethea simply wiggled her nose from side to side, a little ash splashing onto the area near her before rolling over and curling up a little tighter than before.

That was until her stomach began to ache. The small twinge of pain was at first, shrugged off, but it took meer moments to grow at larger quantities, eventually Alethea awokened in a groggy manor, fluttering open her lids as she gripped her stomach tightly, slowly sliding her body upward, she stretched. Rubbing both orbs of any dirt or sleep, she slides her legs around to her front so she sits on her knees, patting the ground around herself for her backpack somnolently, eventually dragging it over and flicking it open.

The snakes seemed to have no concept of self preservation.

It didn’t help that he had no intention of allowing himself to be close to snakes. His mind could only allow so much. The sweet potatoes had helped result in a simple dish, ratatouille. It was nothing special but certainly adequate for a meal. Just eating simply.

Once she settles down, her eyes fall to the burnt stick that’s now fueling the current light up front, simply staring quietly, she scoops her backpack toward her to look into it for food, only plucking out a handful of berries and popping them into her mouth. Unfortunately, she was running low on supplies due to matters such as this. For a girl of knowledge, she was the clumsy type. Swallowing her food down, she pushes her hands into her face, rubbing it stress fully, “Silly, Silly girl.” Alethea quietly self-scolds, running both hands down to lean her chin on.

With a few moments of weighing out the options in mind, she creaks up to her feet, tucking a strand of hair back as she looks around her for the reasonable areas to explore. Suppose while she’s got a fire burning she could take a quick run out for supplies..

Such as unintentionally stumbling upon a large hive of killer bees. He had to run. Run several times to map out the rest of the area fully, most of the hazards seemed to be grouped up in one corner of the isle. Both good and bad, spiders held a very weak grip on the area due to the bees constant frenzies.

In fact, he was witnessing a ‘war’ take place, between the spiders and bees. Horribly brutal. Seeing those spiders being stung repeatedly, while they tore off wings and bit bees in two.

With a small pause and a little thought, she ran a hand through her wavy locks, humming a bit in thought. 'Perhaps there's someone on this isle also? It seems TOO strong an aroma for a natural scent..' Alethea thinks, turning her head and swivelling it around to catch her eye on the potential survivor. Curiosity piqued, she turns back to the rock, gathering the last of the food before bringing herself to her feet, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and turning upon her heels to make her way back to the fire. With time she found that her sanity wasn't exactly the best, leading to her thinking that if she didn't find them NOW, she may never see them again, as they could leave at any time. Carelessly, Approaching her fire, Mund plops her bag onto the ground and calls out to the stranger, "Hello? Is there anyone here?" the woman calls, thoughtlessly continuing, "I mean no harm."