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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 9:29 pm
"That's good," she replied with a smile of relief. Now that they had separated from Seven and Four, she felt a chilling strandedness. A pair out alone in the open was so much easier to ambush. If they went into the lighthouse...
She could imagine walking behind Twelve, and being snatched away by shadows before she had a chance to call for help. Or walking in front of Twelve, and calling out to him but hearing nothing in reply, turning around and seeing nothing but the empty room behind her.
She sat in silence for a while after his question, eyes cast on the ground.
While they stayed here, they were sitting sheep for whatever, or whoever waited in the thick fog and mist.
Her chest felt tight, yet as she wanted to curl up here and hide and wait out the end of this-- if there was an end-- Twelve's cheerfulness and his optimism grounded her. She couldn't leave him to be alone-- at the very least, she could help in the case of an attack.
"I think we should move on. We can look for... something."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:19 pm
“Okay.” He nodded, remaining silent as she apprehensively cast her eyes to the ground. Twelve wanted to tell her that things would be fine—Seven will come back and they will manage to survive until the week ended—but he knew that the odds were unlikely. But he had to try, or at least struggle his way to the next day. He was not deterred by death, but he still had unfinished business. Twelve still needed to know why he was thrown onto this island and who he was—like everyone else.
He grimaced. Without a doubt, the time would come where Twelve would be forced to engage in battle with another person on the island. Would he kill them or would he be killed? In the end, everyone was the same, confused and wanting to investigate the mysterious of this convoluted game.
“Where to go. Where to go, I wonder,” muttered Twelve as he gazed into the fog again. “I think on the map there’s a cornfield? We could go there and hide for a bit.” He pushed himself off the wall and turned around to walk backwards. Twelve held out a hand to her. “Either way, let’s go. Ah—and errrr, let’s hold hands, so we don’t get separated from each other.” Thank God he was wearing a mask. Six would never know how red he was underneath.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:19 pm
She vaguely remembered a cornfield labeled on the right side of the map; it seemed like weeks ago that they had woken up in the tent. Maybe the maze of cornstalks would provide protection in case of an attack. In any case, the visibility here in the fog would be just as bad as in the cornfield. She stood and nodded in agreement.
"To the cornfields it is, then. Anywhere would be better than here." As she spoke, the phone at her belt let out a beep, surprising her. She jumped a little, and bent down to read the two text messages waiting.
She scanned them-- two pendants?-- and wondered if Epsilon-13 was now being attacked for his pendants, like the Theta that had grabbed the pendant from the horse monster. Suddenly she felt overwhelmingly tired. She could just sit here and wait-- whether they tried or not might not even make a difference. It seemed like no matter what they did, death would be the result. For a brief moment, she wavered and it seemed like it would be a better choice to just wait.
Then Twelve turned around and held out his hand-- and she couldn't let him down. She couldn't see his face, but the tone of his voice was so hopeful that she really believed they would be safe. "Okay," she replied, trying to keep a cheerful tone. His fingers were warmer than she expected, even through the thin gloves-- her own felt frozen in the mist-- and she clasped his hand lightly, hanging on by the tips of her fingers. She realized suddenly that it was the first time she had directly touched anyone since waking up on this island, even through armor. Glancing down at where their identical green gloves touched, she felt a subtle flutter somewhere in her stomach as she wondered if, before this island, she would have had someone to hold hands with. If this ever ends, will we regain our memories? The prospect took her mind off of shadow monsters and flaming horses as they began to walk away from the lighthouse.
[EXIT TO TRAVELLING]
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:33 pm
There was the familiar beeping that heralded the arrival of a new message. Before Twelve could yank out his cellphone, Six already took out hers. He curiously leaned over her shoulder and gazed at the glowing screen. Skimming the announcement, Twelve whistled, impressed with Epsilon’s accomplishment. “Lucky duck. I wonder if he’ll manage to hold onto one of those pendants long enough.”
Once Twelve felt her grasp his hand, he tightened his hold on her hand. Despite the gloves, he could feel the warmth of her skin. Instinctively, his grip became even firmer. It was pleasant to have physical contact with another person—even if there was a barrier of cloth. Twelve furtively glanced at Six as they disappeared into the fog together. Her hands fit nicely with mine.
[ exiting to traveling ]
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