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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:24 pm
Amaya's anger quickly turned into regret as the woman fainted.
"Crap! C'mon lady, I'm sorry!" She paniced and helped her up, resting her against the building and turning to fan her with a large hand. God, why had she snapped like that? The woman was just being logical! Anyone with sense would jump to anything but being turned into an animal!
"Oh god, I'm so sorry... Wake up, c'mon..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:30 pm
"Mrrrrrn..." Chana moaned as her eyelids flickered slightly. Then she opened her eyes, groaning again, and stared at the ground. She was aware of someone holding her up against something, but all she could focus on was a fleeting memory of something she thought she'd seen...
"G-d," she moaned, and looked straight ahead. Into the woman's face. "It's...it's not..." She couldn't even get the words out, she couldn't believe it; and she was still disoriented from her fainting spell.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:35 pm
"Thank god..." Amaya breathed out a sigh of relife as she came too, but withdrew once her eyes opened. She took a few steps back, remaining in a crouch with her head down. If she scared the woman again... she didn't know what she'd do.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:41 pm
As soon as the woman relaxed her hold, Chana slid down the wall to sit in the dirt. Her legs were not yet up to holding her weight, and she still felt quite dizzy. Eyes dilated, limbs shaking...she was nowhere near recovered. Her fists clenched and unclenched convulsively. It said in the Torah...or was it the Tanakh?...that G-d had made man, Adam, in His image. Right? Was this still that image? Was such a thing possible?
Was she going crazy? Chana brought her hands, her normal-sized human hands, up to her head, as if that might possibly help. It didn't even block out the world at large, but she didn't have to look at...at the woman.
She tried to say something, but the only thing that came to mind was a silly old song she'd learned long ago. "In the beginning, beraysheet. In the beginning..." she sang in a shaking voice, ignoring the world around her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:47 pm
Amaya frowned and looked down at the ground, unable to watch Chana. Should she just leave her alone? The woman would probably be better without her around. Sighing, she hung her head low and grabbed her bowl before standing and walking to the cafeteria doors. "I-... I'm sorry." She stuttered before walking inside to put away her dishes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:01 pm
Dimly, Chana heard the woman's apology, but she didn't allow it to register. The song. Remember the words and sing them, and it will be just fine, just like when you first learned those words in kindergarten. "The world was dark, there was no light. There was no day and there was no night. In the beginning..."
"...in the beginning, beraysheet." That was the end of the song. Chana sighed, then winced. Now that her concentration was gone, she was incredibly aware of little things; the rocks beneath her butt, the fact that both feet and her left leg were almost completely numb, the drying tears on her cheeks. Her face felt dirty, and her Frosted Flakes looked to be completely saturated. And...ew...disintigrating in the milk.
Chana moved into a squat, then had to catch herself as she lost her balance and pins and needles ran up and down her legs. She tried again, and made it up. She scooped up her bowl and returned it to the cafeteria. Then she headed back to her duplex. The one place she had now to feel safe in.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 7:34 pm
Once more Stewart was out walking around the Village, he liked this place. It was civilized, but it wasn't horribly crouded like the city. Another day he would have Colche take him into the forest again, but he didn't dare venture in to it's depths alone.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 7:40 pm
After recieving confirmation of a hannukeah and candles, as well as tangible instructions, Chana was in a much better mood. She had decided to roam the village. She was so happy, she was humming one of her favorite songs.
Then...she noticed a man. In...a cassock? Oh...dear.
"Ah...hi!" she called out, trying to be polite. Inside, she was nervous all over again. Why oh why was there a priest here?
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:03 pm
Stewart looked around for the source of the greeting. His eyes finalyl setteling on a young woman with curly brown hair. Just a normal person, not one of those 'demons' that he had seen around the island. "Hello!" He said smiling "I don't think I've seen you before. But I'm pretty new to the island so I haven't met many of the others." Ah, I've frogotten my manners again, how rude of me. My name is Father Stewart Young"
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:06 pm
So far...so good. "I'm also pretty new here. Chana Cohen," she said, as she finally came up to him and held out her hand.
She really really hoped he wouldn't start in on how she was destined to go to hell unless if she converted. Or ask why she didn't have horns. Or anything else equally prejudiced and foolish.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:26 pm
He shook her hand and smiled warmly "Nice to meet you Chana! It's also nice to see that I'm not the only one who is new to the island." He paused while looking around the village. Thank God none of those horrid demons were here. "It really is a beautiful island... Except for a few things. But never mind my rambelings, care to join me for a walk around the village?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:30 pm
"Um, sure," she accepted the invitation. At least there was nobody around...maybe she really had hallucinated earlier. Lack of sleep and stress could do that..
"So...um...what do you do for fun?" Chana asked, trying to make conversation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:42 pm
"Ah, nothing too exciting" He said with a small laugh "Back home, I would usually be preparing for mass, or doing confessions. I must admit, since I've come to the island. I've spent most of my free time studing the Scripture. That doesn't sound like too much fun, but it is all very interesting. What do you think of it?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 8:48 pm
Chana chuckled a bit. "I guess I find it more interesting than most...I was actually reading Genesis earlier today." She turned and gave Stewart a smile. How funny! Aside from the mass preparations (d'var torah?) and confessions (consoling heartbroken teens), they seemed to have similar interests.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 9:13 pm
"How interesting!" He said looking a bit surprized, but happy that he had finally met someone on this island who he could relate to "Genesis has to be one of my personal favorites. Currently I've been working on Exodus. I can't tell you how nice it is to finally meet someone on this island who knows what I'm talking about!"
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