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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:33 pm
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• W h a t xx k i n d xx xx o f xx xx ☨ G xx O xx D ☨
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Daniel had been woken by his b***h of a cousin yelling at his tent once again. This is the way it had been since that first morning in the woods. Danial was not a morning person, and so he had little ability to get up at dawn like every other person on this damned trip into the woods. Instantly in a bad mood every day since this whole thing started, he did not have a good reputation with the other campers. It was known he was a troublemaker, especially with how Sandra woke him each morning. "Get up you bum!" or "You lazy a** punk!" were more often then not the morning greeting. Today in particular was the most enjoyable waking yet. "Get up you punk! We are packing! Get off your lazy a** and work for once!" Yeah, Sandra was a b***h.
And so, mumbling and grumbling, Daniel had dressed and climbed out of his tent. Taking out a piece of jerky for breakfast. And a cigarette as he packed his things up. He was ready to move.
Now they had hiked down the path. and to the ranger station. And no one was in sight. "So, can I just throw my crap in my car and go home? Or do I have to hike back up this damned mountain and stay another week?" he asked, sounding bored and uncaring. And with that he got smacked in the back of the head by Sandra. "Hey! Watch it!" he growled at his older cousin.
He turned to look at the leader of their group. "So, no ones around. What do you want us to do." he said pulling out another cigarette and his lighter. Glancing at the others - except for Sandra - his eyes lagging a moment longer on Christian. He waited for an answer.
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□ They say He's there: Ranger Station
□ But only They are with me: Sandra, Christain, That jerk of a leader, and some chick.
□ And what I have is just mine: A Skateboard, Hunting knife, A week of clean clothes, a week of dirty clothes. a lighter, four packs of cigarettes - one half empty. A duo person collapsible tent.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:13 pm
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His feet felt a little sore but only a few days into this whole thing and he had found himself hurting in more areas than he thought he even would be able to feel pain. It didn't dawn on the young man how hard this was truly going to be for someone who didn't get out as much as he should. Despite the discomfort however he pressed on, he didn't focus on his pain or let others know. Of course he'd drag behind now and then and his lagging was more than evident to their leader. It didn't help that his dog seemed to just adore him like no other. Why the shepherd did he'd never know. He wasn't against dogs but when they were up in his face dragging him awake every morning he did begin to get a little annoyed. But it would fade the instant the sweet dog would lick his face all over. Who could stay annoyed at that, no matter how tired you are. Earlier he'd had such a morning. He was sleeping well and had no intention of waking but Marco had quite a different plan. Out he came and was loved on before moving off to do the same to the others. Azailia had already woken up so she luckily didn't have to get dragged bag and all from her tent. Lucky... Oh well he was up now and up he'd stay.
The walk to the station was a pain as usual. He wanted to help with something and even resorted to asking some questions along the way to prevent himself from getting bored of the hike. It was just a normal hike, no interesting detours or side paths to teach them survival techniques, no this was just a simple hike. He convinced himself that something could go wrong and he could then show his worth and usefulness but none of that came. The station made it's way into view and he sighed. The area was quiet, a bit too quiet but the inexperienced boy didn't pay mind to the strange nature that the ranger station held about it. The only thing that seemed off was how the truck was parked. It seemed rushed and even the door was open a crack. "Is it normal for them to park like that?"he asked wondering if there had been a fire or something nearby. It was the only thing he could think of to explain such a hurried parking job.
It changes every day:Ranger station
Its nice to not be alone : The group and leader
Well....to be honest...: Curious, a little annoyed
I want to help: nothing
Let me check my bag: Sleeping bag, water bottle, compass, trail mix half eaten, extra clothes, camera
The one thing more annoying than me:BLEH hope this is ok
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 1:43 pm
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Wʜᴇʀᴇ: At the ranger's stationxxxWʜᴏ: The Leader, the Canine Companion, the Clutz, and the two cousinsxxxWʜᴀᴛ: Wow, what a great find!Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Well and good Iɴ Mʏ Pᴏsᴇssɪᴏɴ: The Little Wildflower
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XIt seemed she hadn't needed to say anything at all...which was altogether fortunate because Azalea was not often a girl of many words. The beautiful canine of a dog, Marco understood without the need for her to utter a single syllable and carefully approached her as if to say good morning. Rubbing its large fluffy head against the leg of her snug capris, she smiled and bent down to give the overgrown pup a loving rub behind the ears. "Well, good morning to you too, handsome." she cooed, adoringly with a happy smile. While she couldn't necessarily claim to get along with very many people, animals were an entirely different story. Her goal when she had signed up for this trip had not, of course, been to make friends...but if there was anyone she had grown particularly fond of during the journey, it would have been Marco. She just couldn't say no to those great big eyes and those adorably floppy ears. She loved dogs and even had a puppy of her own back at the dorms...While people were judgmental and often quick to persecute, dogs were warm-heated and simple creatures who, more times than not, dealt the same kindness they received in return. So long as you were gentle with them, they would be gentle back. Moreover...they were colorblind... which Azalea found oddly pleasing to know that they would never ridicule her for the strange discoloration of her eyes.
Patting the dog's head she rose back to her full height and looked up around the clearing. Today was the day, huh? The day to return back home. Honestly, the brunette didn't know if she was pleased or disappointed by the thought of returning back to her normal life. Aside from the hunting and the bugs and the occasional creepy hoot of an owl in the middle of the night...this trip had really been quite pleasant, a nice break from the hustle and bustle of the "modern world" beyond the tree line. She could see herself living in the woods one day...in a little cabin by a creek surrounded by a field of wild flowers. It was like a picture from a fairy tale book in her mind and she thought upon it endearingly as she took a breath to turn back to her tent. She would have to get to work if she didn't want to be the last person struggling to pack up her belongings at the scorn of her other camp-mates.
Rolling up her sleeping bag, gathering up her clothes and belongings and collapsing her tent, Azalea did her best to make quick work of her living space. Hardly anyone said a word as they busily attended to their work but something didn't seem right to the bi-colored eyed brunette. There was a...heaviness in the air that had not been there the past several days. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but, for some reason, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling of foreboding in the pit of her stomach. Once everything was properly tied and put away, Azalea joined the others in the decent down the mountain and towards the Ranger Station. Was it finally time to go home? Would things have changed much in the three weeks she had been away?
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Reaching the bottom of the mountain with the ranger's station in sight, Azalea half heartedly listened to the group as the chatted amongst themselves. It often went this way whenever they were out on a hike...one person grumbled something to another and the other made a comment back and the next thing you know, they were all conversing together...but Azalea always stayed quiet. It wasn't that she was a loner or thought herself above whatever topic they were speaking about...it was just...she wasn't usually very sure of how to respond. I suppose you could say her "people" skills were "rusty"...She smirked at the humorous reference she had made in her own head...Coming to the end of the path at last, they reached the parking lot and everyone seemed to come to a stand still as if to prolong the farewells. Azalea looked around at the quiet lot...everything seemed to be...quiet...almost unnaturally so but she hardly thought anything of it. The Ranger's car was parked haphazardly and she couldn't help but knit her brows at the sight of it. What a careless way to park a car... she thought to herself before glancing over at her own which sat just as she had left it upon her arrival here. Taking a deep breath she sighed and glanced back at the path. She wondered...if she would come back some day. It had seemed like such a nice place to visit. Maybe she could spring a visit a bit later in the year and-
Her thoughts came to a sudden halt when she spied a particularly blue plume of petals which sprouted up just a few short feet away from the path. Was that...what she thought it was? Suddenly her eyes were alight with dazzled curiosity. How had she not noticed that before? It was such a fine looking specimen. Surely it didn't just spring up during the past three weeks. Glancing back towards the group who seemed hardly concerned about her, she swung her pack around her shoulder and unzipped it, retrieving a single small, empty mason jar and her gardening spade. Normally, she would hate to disturb the living conditions of such a beautiful flower but she simply didn't have the time to sit and pour over her sketchbook at the moment. She hardly noticed the comment Christian made about the ranger's car as she slipped away from the group and stooped down to examine the plant. It didn't look to show any signs of insect infestation and seemed otherwise healthy. "Wow..." she whispered to herself as she gently began to dig her spade into the soil just around the flower. This would be a perfect specimen for her project if only she could get it back to her dorm safe and sound. Softly uprooting the flower, Azalea deposited it, dirt and all, right into the mason jar, letting the beautiful blue petals stick up out of the top. Beaming at it excitingly, she held it up to the light and looked at the roots. Just about perfect, just as she had expected. Standing up, she threaded the handle of the spade through her belt loop and began to wander back towards the group with the flower in hand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:47 am
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  Normally silence was a blessing but there were times when it really just set him on edge because no matter how much the hunter wanted to avoid the thought he kept coming straight back to it because well it was not normal. The lack of familiarity concerned him greatly but he did not let it on to anyone he merely did as he pleased then again not many would openly question him if they found something to be amiss with their leader not that he minded. Tension creped across his broad muscular shoulders as he watched the fledgling survivalist pack everything up as what else could he do that did not involve leaving them and figuring this damn thing out. He clenched his jaw and steeled his will reciting things that his Uncle Remus had once told him time and time again to always remember regardless of the situation he found himself in. Icy blue eyes gazed over to where he knew his dog was just to notice the happy little wiggly in his tail cause as always the pup could not resist a good scratch once in a while that was not by his ram. Bright intelligent brown eyes looked up at the lamb as she spoke to him at which his German shepherd ears flickered forward and he wagged his tail happily letting out a gentle gruff of a bark that sounded more like words than a bark no matter how un-understandable they were. Tempted to lick her in the face he decided against it and merely leaned into the rub behind his ears as that was one of his favorite spots to be scratched regardless of the day he just wanted it there. Though the world may be black and white to him he enjoyed people never did he judge on appearance the beast was more of the kind to judge on personality which out of the entire group he found the smoking sheep to be annoying. Not that Marco would treat anyone unfairly just that nasty smell was not one of his favorite scents he enjoyed the clumsy ram and flora lamb to be his favorites which honestly it was common that this occurred on these kind of things. He liked most people unlike his ram he was kind of a more people person which is probably the only reason he gets to come along besides the fact he’s the right hand man can’t leave him behind on something this important or long. His thoughts were interrupted when she patted him on the head after going back to standing up that usually meant no more scratching it was time to go get back to work which was emphasized by the soft whistle from his ram. The blond whistled through his teeth to get the dog’s attention as well as anyone who cared enough to note it but with how some of the campers were he’d be surprised if they heard half the things he’s said in the last three weeks.
Heading back down was the hardest part honestly the hunter hated returning to any means of civilization outside of his own cabin which had minimal connections to the modern life as internet and phone was all he had as his stove was wood fueled just as pretty much everything was. He enjoyed cutting wood usually he did so sparingly unless the tree was dead or he planted another to replace it as his cabin was a permanent thing so he had to keep things as much in one piece as he could. Despite his rough demeanor he actually cared about what he did not that most of them caught that during this three week trip as honestly he didn't show it from the hunting trips to killing the rabbit he seemed more like a blood-thirsty man then a passive hunter. But for everything he did there was a point from each kill they made, which he made sure was quick and painless for the animal, even the rabbit he killed had a point as the thing was wounded why let it suffer more. He knew he had rubbed some of the campers wrong but he wasn't here to make friends and more than half the time he did these trips as either favors or when he was strapped for cash which didn't happen often. As usual he was quiet the entire way down the twisting path that he knew like the back of his hand it was all the others that spoke well mostly the related ones as the punk never really knew how to keep his mouth shut oddly that reminded the hunter of his own youth. Theron was not always the way he was he was ten times worse in the wrong way but having to grow up with ever shifting father figures he grew to resent older men and often showed them exactly what they were dealing with as he was the man of the house. But that all changed when his ‘mother’ got tired of his ways and tossed him at his Uncle which is where he learned that he was nothing but a little brat how had no power in this world unless he fought for it which he did for eleven years. He took every beating, jab, or sarcastic remark with a grain of salt and kept going because he was too prideful to take it sitting down which was made very apparent after the cougar got a hold of him. Discomfort and annoyance crossed his face with the latter being more apparent than the first as Daniel decided to open his mouth again only to be silenced by his cousin? Theron did not keep track of this damn connection thing between these people for all he cared they were their own people in charge of their own thoughts and actions which is exactly how he treated them all. Tension heightened in his shoulders to the point it was creeping up his neck and setting into his jaw which from how he felt right now he might just crack his teeth from how much tension was pouring into his jaw. A soft huff of a growl exited the large beast at his side as they got closer to the ranger station to the point that he could see the horrible parking job that Mickey had done which concerned him. His brow furrowed as he looked upon the scene which every part of him screamed that something had to be wrong it was too quiet even for a Monday it couldn't be that something bad had happened could it?
A shiver went up his spine at the chill in the air that he was pretty sure he was the only one that could feel it and know exactly what it was most of them would feel something was off but knowing what was wrong was very different from just feeling it. Standing at the mouth of the path he studied the scene feeling very edgy and forgetting that there was anyone else around ,outside of Marco that is, as it was hard to ignore the growing growl that was coming from the dog. It was not common for the dog to growl at all for the entire trip he had barely let out much of a growl at all but now he was doing a full blown growl with lips curled back and hackles raised, something was very wrong. Christian’s comment barely made a blip on his radar as he was thinking the same thing it was Daniel’s that brought him back to the fact more people were around at which he turned his head slightly to look at the boy from a little more than the corner of his eyes. Trying not to sound as gruff and annoyed as he could, which was highly improbable, he responded” First off, no Christian that is not normal at all Mickey would never park like that in any normal situation and Second, Daniel we are first going to figure out what is going on then go get our keys that are inside the station. Which both might intersect in there…” He said the last bit a little under his breath as he unsheathed his hunting knife and un-holstered his Samurai Edge bracing the knife hand under the gun hand in a very familiar fashion before he advanced towards the haphazardly parked car. Marco stuck to his heels as he moved clearly flanking his lead to give him as much back up as a dog could provide in this kind of situation as both felt uneasy. With trained steps he moved around the side of the vehicle moving like he was trained as a soldier instead of a hunter but this was his serious side the side that Remus had told him only to use when it was a life or death situation which as of the moment it was unclear. Now clear of the cigarette smoke his sense of smell reeled at the metallic smell that he could only figure to be one thing and that one thing chilled him to the bone because why was he smelling blood even dried blood still triggered his senses.
A deep throat-ed growl exited the large beast as its eyes looked from the jeep to the station at which the hunter followed his beast’s eyes disregarding the vehicle nearly completely besides the fact there was a light hint of blood smell coming from it. He gripped his weapons tighter bracing for the worse but hoping for the best as at times Mickey would be fine and he would scare the s**t out of him by barging in with his weapons drawn though he rarely used his handgun outside of personal protection it was easier to wield than a rifle in close quarters. For this entire trip he had not pulled his handgun out besides to clean it so him pulling it out now meant something was very wrong the blood told Theron that much. Gritting his teeth a little more he took another step onto the pathway towards the station feeling a little sick as he got closer to it but he steeled his will and called out ” Mickey! Mickey Palmer! Ya in there? Answer me damn it!” He said this in a louder voice than he had used in a while as clearly Christian hadn't screwed anything up in the last couple days but there was always a chance he could now but that was not a worry in his mind. He finished his statement as he pushed open the first door to the station ready to hear a girlish scream from Mickey only to find the room coated in three weeks’ worth of dust that if he wasn't already straining to search for any sign of life he would've missed the disturbance in the dust on the floor. Not lowering his guard more than he wanted to he dropped to a crouch leaving his gun hand up at the ready he touched the dust where the small amount that had shifted from previous movement was. Rubbing it between his fore finger in thumb worry set in deeper than he wanted it to as his trained eyes followed the trail to the door regarding the random dips and turns in the trail that was not like Mickey at all. Glancing back at his hound he noted that the beast had not stepped over the threshold instead he stood growling with hackles raised while his brown eyes were locked onto the ranger’s door as if that was the answer to everything. Looking at the dog in a questioning manner he inhaled lightly to sigh but instead he nearly gagged covering his nose with the sleeve of his left arm, which is the hand with the knife, he looked with burly eyes at the door with a look of pure disbelief. Mickey couldn't be dead could he? It wasn't possible and if it was what was he going to tell Sydney? Every inch of him froze as he looked at that door crouched at the mouth of the threshold he found himself unable to move further than this as much as he wanted to figure out the answer to his questions he feared a positive response to the first one.
Time flies when you’re running for your life: Outside Ranger Station to Inside
Always having my back : Marco, the Rest of the sleepy group
You should see the other guy : Perfect
Deep breathe and pull the trigger .308 Springfield hunting rifle plus 3 mags (45 bullets),Samurai Edge plus 2 mags, Collapsible bow plus 45 arrows, and Gut hook hunting knife
What do we have left? Canteen of water x4-5, 2-3lbs of smoked venison, Granola bars x5, Strips of salted venison x7, 60ft Climbing rope x 1, change of clothing x3 weeks worth
Living with the mistakes I’ve made: Sorry for taking so long to reply he was fighting me I hope this helps <3 |
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WinchestersAngel67 Vice Captain
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:32 am
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Wʜᴇʀᴇ: At the ranger's stationxxxWʜᴏ: The Leader, the Canine Companion, the Clutz, and the two cousinsxxxWʜᴀᴛ: I don't like this...I don't like this at all.Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Well and good Iɴ Mʏ Pᴏsᴇssɪᴏɴ: The Little Wildflower, Notebook/ sketchbook (x1), Pen (x3), Water Canteen (x1), Insect repellant (x1), small box of matches (x1), flashlight (x1), Small pocket knife (x1), 10 ft length of rope (x1), Compass (x1), Cell phone (x1), Cell phone charger (x1), Gardening Spade (x1), Small Mason Jars (x2), Jarred specimen of blue monkshood, family necklace, $30 in currency, gum (10 pieces), 2 photographs (of parents and her dog)
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XPlants were nice...there was something about plants that just seemed so pure and so true. Azalea couldn't quite put her finger on it precisely but she had always thought this even from an early age of her life. She had always attributed it to the fact that plants were like...the ultimate pacifists. Never once did they hurt, kill, or maim for any reason other than the pure need to survive. They were peaceful and gentle lifeforms that only ever minded their own business and lived with no ulterior motives than just to live. Never once would you see a cactus p***k a person because it thought their clothes were tacky. Never would you see Deadly Nightshade poison a person because it needed the money. Never would you see any species of wild mushroom cause horrifying hallucinations because it was jealous. No, any suffering that people were caused by plants was simply a product of their own ignorance and stupidity for plants never aimed to cause harm to anyone...unless someone aimed to cause harm to them first. This is why Azalea admired them, envied them even. Their lives were simple...yet complete...and you never heard plants complain about how stupid their boyfriends were or how they were getting too fat for their favorite pair of jeans...or any of those other ridiculously trivial things that other people so often worried about so much.
These were the things the young bi-colored-eyed brunette thought to herself as she re-approached the group with her small mason jar filled with dirt and her newest discovery of the blue-purple plumes of hood-shaped blossoms known to most by its common name "monkshood". A sense of excitement lingered in her bones. While she knew the plant was not uncommon in this region, she certainly had not expected to see it growing naturally so close to civilization before. As a wild and very toxic plant in its own regards, she had only heard of it growing in more secluded areas where it was not usually bothered... and somewhere in the back of her mind, Azalea wondered why a fresh new sapling like the one she had plucked had so uncharacteristically chosen a supposedly more inhabited spot to call home...but eventually she ended up putting the thought out of her mind altogether. It was, nevertheless, a lucky find. A plant like this could be the basis of Azalea's entire school project, more than enough to get her a successful passing grade and she was only eager to get it back to her dorm as quickly as possible in order to give it fresh water and a nice decorative pot to rest its roots. With her gardening spade tapping against her hips as she walked and her backpack still slung over her shoulder, she neared the rest of the group with a distant and rather pleased smile etched across her features...but as soon as she looked up at the faces of the people she had just spent the last three weeks lost in the woods with, that smile faded and was replaced with a look of bewilderment and anxiety.
It seemed the group was still standing around outside of the station just where she had left them before...but instead of looks of relief to be getting back home or longing gazes of tender farewells, she saw only expressions of nervousness and caution written across all of their faces. What's...going on? Azalea wondered to herself as she glanced from one person to the other as if searching for answers...but the only one who seemed to give her any clear indication of what had happened while she was away was, of course....the loyal hound, Marco who stood on edge at the doorway of the Ranger's Station, teeth barred and ears flat against his head in a growling, menacing expression. The low, guttural rumbles emitting from the dog's throat were enough to tell the flower baring brunette that something inside was very wrong. That growl...it wasn't a sound of anger or mistrust. It was the sound of a warning that made the hair on the back of Azalea's neck stand on end and she quickly looked around the group to find that their trusted leader was, conveniently, not there.... Is he...inside?! the thought occurred to her and she quickly shifted her eyes in alarm back to the darkened doorway of the station. Of course he was. He must have recognized the warning too in the way that only a survivalist and owner of the dog in question could. The bond between pet and owner was one of the strongest that Azalea had ever witnessed. Like a mother that knows the meaning of her baby's cries, the owner of a pet quickly learns to recognize the meaning behind specific changes in behavior. She doubted Theron was any different and thus, knew he must have gone inside the minute that he sensed something was amiss.
"Hasn't he been in there too long" the voice of one of the group members spoke up and Azalea turned to look at the young lad named Christian who had begun to snap his fingers and shuffle about out of nervous habit, she guessed. "What do we do if it is some wild...rabid animal or something?" Azalea's brows arched in thought. Well, that was a good question now, wasn't it? Though she wondered what sort of "wild, rabid animal" would have just wandered into a Ranger's Station simply for the fun of it. No...that didn't seem quite right. Rabid animals were usually delirious, full of rage and uncontrollable instinct. Animals like that created an uproar wherever they went, skittering and scurrying, kicking up dirt and knocking things over all over the place. The outside of the Ranger's Station looked too...pristine. There were no claw marks at the door, no animal prints leading inside and from what little she could see of the doorway...everything seemed to be in its orderly place, if not rather dusty as if it had been entirely untouched for the past three weeks altogether. "Should we really stand out here like this...I just..." Christian continued to speak as if the silence was causing him to be highly uncomfortable but Azalea had never been one for talking too much and merely shook her head as her bi-colored eyes glared questioningly at the doorway. "It's not an animal...." was all she said as she took a step forward and handed the nervous boy the mason jar with the specimen of Monkshood in it. "Don't drop it..." she told him firmly as her eyes locked onto his and without another word she stepped into the doorway.
Inside the Ranger's Station smelled stale and dusty and the sounds of their leader hollering someone's name rung as clear as a bell. She didn't know who "Micky Palmer" was but, if she had to guess, it was whomever was supposed to be there, behind the door. With quiet feet, Azalea carefully tread around the corner, keeping her eyes cautiously locked on their leader and the door. Perhaps it was the growling Marco who seemed to refuse to enter the building or the unusual silence that seemed to linger in the air otherwise but Azalea couldn't help feel a sense of...dread pulse through her veins as she watched the door that Theron addressed. She shivered but turned her eyes away nevertheless and her hand unconsciously found its way to the handle of the gardening spade tethered around her belt loop. Their keys were meant to be somewhere around here, weren't they? The sooner they could get their hands on their keys, the sooner they could all just...go home. The Counter at the far end of the room seemed to be a fair place to look. It was likely that they had taken the keys into the very office that Theron was shouting into but on the off chance that they kept them somewhere less hidden...Azalea thought she'd at least check it out. Stepping up to the counter and circling around, Azalea leaned slightly to the side and looked into the little cubby spaces and slots that filled the back of the counter. Some contained brochures and pamphlets for cabins and such somewhere up the mountain and other...nature get-away type advertisements. Others contained office supplies and papers which appeared to be documents of some sort. A first aid kit sat in its own designated hole, open with a few supplies misplaced and knocked out.... Curiously, she picked up the discarded items and put them back before tilting her head in question. Why would this one item seem so out of place while everything else looked to be almost entirely...untouched?
That feeling of dread overcame her again, mixed with a stench that she had only just realized was coming form somewhere within the station. A sickening feeling hit the bottom of her stomach, making her gag and cover her mouth for fear of throwing up on the spot. Luckily she didn't but the sensation caused her heart to race and she looked up at their leader with a fearful expression as if pleading him...whatever he did...not to open that door. "S-sir!" she stuttered from behind her own shielding hand, little did she know that it would all soon be too late and her entire world would be turned upside down in a mere instant.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:45 pm
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Dread was the least of his worries as it was with life he couldn’t move forward unless he broke a few bonds, tread on a few feelings, and possible lost a bit of innocence along the way, that is if he had any left. Hesitation got people killed he knew that well but still he felt like the moment he answered his question everything he had steeled his will for would tumble to pieces in the blink of an eye. As much as he tried to show the fact that he was a strong individual he found himself wondering just how strong he was because physically he could contend with a lot of things, mentally he could handle the killing and everything but emotionally he was still a child unable to grasp the simplest thing such as death. Death of an animal, a plant, those were easy the thought of someone dying was not something he could truly grasp even more so when it came down to the fact of a friend dying as he had so few they couldn’t possibly die right? Slowly he rose from his crouch allowing the feeling to flood back to his legs after their long moment of being held tensely in one pose for what felt like forever but in reality it was just minutes. A hard look was locked upon the door as if expecting something more to occur then the blatant silence that hovered like buzzards above a corpse in the air. His knife hand still held over his nose for a long moment before he grabbed the bandanna he wore around his neck for moments he needed to cover his face to keep himself clean of blood for the most part. Lifting it over his nose and securing it with one hand he barely noticed Azalea enter the room and heading to the counter which was a very bright idea even though he knew exactly where their keys were. Hiding them from him wasn't an easy task though Mickey had his moments of trying only to earn quite the scare when Theron nearly gutted him for an entirely different matter. Pulling his knife hand back under his gun hand once more he glanced at the open door behind him where Marco stood growling with such primal awareness that he knew what he would find behind that locked door was not going to be something he was going to enjoy. He was so focused on the door he barely realized he still had most of his gear still on making it highly improbable to stay balanced in a normal situation for a normal person but he barely noticed it even with the butt of his rifle hitting the ground when he crouched it wasn't like it was important. Nothing was anymore the unnerved and tensed guide was not in the mood to be caring about tiny details like the weight of his gear or the nearly overwhelming smell that was clawing its way out from under the door.
Theron barely noticed that Azalea had picked up the scattered pieces of the first aid kit that was held behind the main desk though some part of his mind must have registered it because he took note of that when the trail changed. The dips and changes in the path only seem fazed after what looked like heavy leaning against the desk before it seemed that Mickey had staggered into the office and locked the door behind him it wasn't hard to tell he was injured the entire time blood never lies. The blond hunter figured Azalea had not noticed the dried blood on the floor under about a weeks’ worth of dust nor on the counter at which he brushed his two exposed fore fingers a crossed it while the rest still clenched the knife without much effort. His brow furrowed deeper as he brought his hand back up to the standard position before he came to stand fully in front of the door ignoring the smell that his nose seemed to have come accustom to in the short time he was inside the place though now with folded cloth covering it from the brunt of the smell. Dropping his standard position to the side now with his gun and knife level with his leg he glanced over at Azalea gauging quickly that she had just noted the smell as she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from throwing up just as he had done but now he had gauged his mind to deal with the smell. His eyes were a cold, distant blue as he looked at the more courageous of his group for coming in with him when he clearly did not tell her to follow which as much as he liked the thought of back up that had thumbs the look on her face was not one that brought reassurance. Fear was clear upon her face as she looked at him it was a common response to this kind of thing but there was no time for being kind as much as he wanted to turn and walk away never learning the truth their keys were their only way out of here. He heard her soft vocalization from behind her hand but he willed himself to stand strong and prayed that his voice would do the same as he responded as he tested the door handle to find it was indeed locked. ” As much as I want to turn back and not open this door, I Must push on.” He said this calmly and in a rather gruff tone as he backed up slightly from the door breaking his stance to motion for her to stay back before hiding all hesitation in his stance with a solid heel kick against the door. Which broke the frame where the lock was held into place allowing it to swing open with tremendous force that shook the frame and wall from where the door sprung back hitting it as well as loosening dust into the air.
The burst of air that came from the door opening caused the smell to increase tenfold causing the hunter to gag and his eyes to water or at least at first that is why his eyes watered the sight that met his cold steeled eyes caused hesitation. Dread became one of his worries as he stood completely frozen at the sight in front of him though his weapons were still at his sides he couldn’t feel them and nearly let the gun slip from his grasp though the knife clattered to the floor. He felt nothing but at the same time he felt everything he was frozen in place he didn’t even notice he dropped the knife he barely noticed the soft click of claws on the wooden floor nor the warm pressure against his leg as Marco walked in to gauge the danger more. A soft growl still echoed out of the hound but it began to wane only to be replaced by soft whines that reflected the inner torture of his ram as both of them were fond of Mickey but Theron was unable to truly grasp it nor express it though he unintentionally did as a tear dropped from his eye. It was not from the smell it was the pure fact he had lost a friend that tolerated him for who he was not because he was convenient in anyway though he didn't feel this tear nor note the emotions that crossed his mostly covered face. For what his blond locks did not cover the black bandanna covered most of what was left even overlapping at places it was easy to see that this was hard for him even if he did not himself the fuzzy beast understood thus he was there to support his ram no matter how much it hurt them both.
Time flies when you’re running for your life: Inside the Ranger station in front of the inner office
Always having my back : Marco, Azalea
You should see the other guy : Perfect
Deep breathe and pull the trigger .308 Springfield hunting rifle plus 3 mags (45 bullets),Samurai Edge plus 2 mags, Collapsible bow plus 45 arrows, and Gut hook hunting knife
What do we have left? Canteen of water x4-5, 2-3lbs of smoked venison, Granola bars x5, Strips of salted venison x7, 60ft Climbing rope x 1, change of clothing x3 weeks worth
Living with the mistakes I’ve made: There are to be no posts until after Aku posts her story post you may write responses but no posting till then! |
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:21 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 5:46 pm
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Wʜᴇʀᴇ: At the ranger's stationxxxWʜᴏ: The Leader, the Canine Companion, the Clutz, and the two cousinsxxxWʜᴀᴛ: having a full fledged panic attackSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Well and good Iɴ Mʏ Pᴏsᴇssɪᴏɴ: The Little Wildflower, Notebook/ sketchbook (x1), Pen (x3), Water Canteen (x1), Insect repellant (x1), small box of matches (x1), flashlight (x1), Small pocket knife (x1), 10 ft length of rope (x1), Compass (x1), Cell phone (x1), Cell phone charger (x1), Gardening Spade (x1), Small Mason Jars (x2), Jarred specimen of blue monkshood, family necklace, $30 in currency, gum (10 pieces), 2 photographs (of parents and her dog)
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XDon't open that door.... That was the only thought that crossed Azalea's mind in the mere seconds before it all happened. She couldn't explain the sense of dread or impending doom that she felt when she looked at that over-sized plank of wood with its slightly tarnished looking handle - only that it felt like if she saw what was inside that room...she wouldn't be able to turn back any longer and that nothing would ever be the same again.
Hand clasped over her mouth, fingers pinching her nose shut to block the horrendous stench that lingered in the room like an unwanted guest at a party, the young woman's two-toned eyes gazed fearfully at the shut door but as much as she wanted it to stay that way...it seemed that fate would not allow it. Whether she liked it or not, the higher power (in this case meaning their lustrous guide) had deemed it necessary and thus, it had to be opened. There was nothing that the brunette could do except stay rooted to her spot just behind the counter as the man motioned for her to stay back and readied himself to break the door down... And with one solid kick and the chilling sound of splintering wood, the world that Azalea once knew began its steady descent into what she would one day come to know as the madness in which she would spend the rest of her life.
The smell that seemed to have been leaking from the room burst forth after the barrier that had been semi concealing it had been removed altogether and the reeking stench of rotting meat permeated the air and became absolutely inescapable. Azalea's eyes watered and she resisted the urge to puke right then and there...but it was a battle that was easier said than done once she caught a glimpse of the horror that she had dreaded lying in wait just inside the room.
Death, decay, a sight that made every bit of her stomach do flips inside her body. A figure sat, limp and lifeless, propped against a filling cabinet with a gun still in hand and a spatter of what could only be dried blood all along the wall behind...and even above...him. It was hard for Azalea to guess how long the corpse had been that way but by the looks of it, it wasn't too recent. The skin had already paled and greyed, the bandages which wrapped around one of his forearms were ratty and looked to be soaked with its own share of dried blood. The hair on the figure's head was thinned and wiry...It was hard for Azalea to imagine that the slightly swollen corpse could have been a living breathing man once but, honestly, that image was the farthest thing from her mind as the bile from her stomach rose in her throat and she struggled to keep down the trail mix she had consumed on the way down from the mountain.
"Holy shh-oot..." she gasped as soon as her mind would allow her to conjure the words. Had he...killed himself? The evidence sure pointed in that direction and although that was certainly one of the last things the young brunette wanted to imagine at a moment like this, the question seemed to be unavoidable. I mean...That man was dead. Really, truly, and very very seriously DEAD! Azalea had never been so close to a deceased human being in her life. What in God's name would make a man just up and kill himself like that?! The young woman's mind absolutely reeled, her breathing sped up, her head spun, none of which made her nausea any better. She felt like a child who had eaten too many sweets and then took a ride on a merry go round which was spinning too fast. Trembling, she swallowed hard... if she threw up right now, she would never forgive herself for the embarrassment but this...this was just too much. What should she do? It was obvious that they had been the first to find the body but why? Surely someone else should have come along in the past three weeks. This place should have been regularly attended to. How was it that no one realized there was a dead, rotting corpse locked in the main office?......Regardless they had to do something. They just had to. This wasn't right. Turning away from the sight as if trying to rid it from her mind, Azalea nervously tore the backpack from her slightly shivering shoulders. She was scared...probably not thinking straight but the only thought in her head was that she had to do something. Opening her pack, she shuffled through the contents which she had packed for the trip...all manner of survival gear that she had brought along for all of those "just in case" incidents...but nothing she had planned for prepared her for this. With shaking hands, she quickly produced a cell phone which she had kept tucked away and turned off for the past three weeks in order to focus on the trip and pressed the power button.... "Come on...turn on, turn on..." she murmured to the phone though her voice betrayed her obvious sense of panic. Her breathing was even more shallow by now as a panic attack began to set in. As soon as the screen lit and the phone began to power on, Azalea's eyes watered with tears of near relief. I can't believe I'm doing this... she thought and shakily dialed 911.....They had to call the police. If there was a dead person here. They had to notify the authorities at once. Someone needed to tell this man's family. An investigation would have to be made. A funeral needed to be held... "FF-RICK!!!" Azalea hissed as the phone began to produce a busy tone... Busy?! How could an emergency hotline as major as 911 be busy?! She pressed redial and pressed the phone to her ear...only to produce the same results. There was a heaviness in her heart...a sickening, frightened feeling that she could not put words to...but she tried again...and a fourth time... and a fifth...busy, busy, busy..........What the hell was going on?
Azalea's arms slowly went limp and the phone still emitting the busy dial tone clattered to the floor. Her almost gasping breath made her sway on her feet. She couldn't do this. She couldn't handle this! She didn't know what was going on. What was happening? What was she going to do? Azalea put a hand to her chest and lightly grasped at the fabric of her tank top. She wanted to go home...she just wanted to go home and be with her family.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:21 pm
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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