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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:47 pm
Who: Helen and Annabel
Where: On the outskirts of the forest
When: Early day 8
Here she was again, the dreaded forest. This wasn't her favorite place on the island but she was sure there would be many challenges in the future, pitting them against the wild in near death situations. So, she decided, it was best to familiarize herself with the landscape, what little of it looked different from all the rest. As she padded up to the trees, Helen enjoyed the feeling of the dew from the wet grass and the faint heat from the rising sun on her back.
Yawning, Helen decided she would enjoy a little bit more of the morning before ruining it by stumbling around in the forest. "Aha!" she cried, finding a suitable rock a few feet from the edge of the forest and sat down. Reaching into the nearly empty pack she brought with her, Helen pulled out the one item it held. Gleaming in the morning light, which Helen swore made it glow like an angel, Helen flicked on the switch and let her ears fill with the glorious sound of background music.
Yes, she would admit that this trip wasn't only to try and find the the few landmarks in the forest that may possibly guide her team to victory, but she still was totally going to do that. Maybe. Anyways, distracted by the glory of the video game she had found at the bottom of her suitcase, Helen was nearly lost to the world. If one had wandered close enough, they would hear faint cheers and grumbles from a girl who had went too long without being able to touch her precious videogames.
This is the perfect morning~ she thought vaguely, before a particularly annoying enemy grabbed her attention.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:12 pm
 All of the night had been spent thinking; no sleep, no rest. Simply thought. Worries of morality and justice had plagued Annabel's mind, leaving her even more uncomfortable than the paralysis alone. So there, for hours, she'd simply lain and thought; nobody came around there, of course. The interns weren't likely to help or care, none of the campers knew, and Mr. McLean? Well, he'd put her there in the first place. And he had no reason to come and save her, after all. She'd been in the wrong. She'd deserved it.
At least, eight hours of thought and torment later, Annabel had convinced herself of such. It was odd, she'd admit, waiting on her body to recover- she'd been able to wiggle her big toe, at first. From there, the foot, and movement had begun to spread through her body. Perhaps if she hadn't been so exhausted, movement would've been easier- it'd taken her a couple of tries to even stand up, and quite the number of falls to manage walking. In a humorous sort of way, it was almost like watching a child taking its first steps into the world.
The forest had been even worse.
Still hoarse and tired, Annabel took plenty of spills among the trees, matting her furry and nicking herself a few times. At least, there, she had balance; a step in almost either direction, and she could catch herself on a trunk or a log. Drawing deep, struggling breaths- the kick to the side had left quite a nasty bruise, and her body still ached with longing to recover- she struggled on, honestly not sure if she was going to be able to make it. But lo and behold, the forest's edge was approaching! Allowing herself a strangled little sob of joy, she quickly rushed for the edge of the trees, feeling some of her energy return.
The second she hit the campgrounds, however, her knees buckled and she fell once more. Entirely convinced nobody was around- she hadn't seen or heard the gamer, after all- Annabel simply opted to curl up, so glad to be out of the trees that the ground seemed to be a gift from God.
If one looked close enough, it would almost appear... no, no, she definitely was. Definitely, most certainly crying.
...What the hell had HAPPENED to this girl!?
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 12:50 am
Entranced by her game, Helen almost didn't notice the girl stumble through the woods. It it weren't for her collapse, Annabel probably could have stumbled past her without Helen even noticing. But, the slight thud as she hit the ground was enough to draw her attention and Helen glanced up, slightly annoyed her game had been interrupted. With a gasp, Helen saw the white, black and blue blob on the floor and rushed over, her handheld clattering off the rock to the ground.
Thinking how this was reminiscent of a video game, (Which a lot of stuff here was, if you played enough video games) she knelt down to the girl. At a glance, Helen would have said she was attacked be a lion, though a lion who wasn't as powerful as he thought, but she dashed this aside when she saw her naked chest and the words scrawled on it, she did a double take. "That ********!" She growled, temporarily forgetting the figure on the ground. The slight sniffling as she cried brought her back and she took in the emotional scaring this had caused, Helen's mind immediately decided there was only one thing this possibly could be: Rape.
"That b*****d! I can't believe he did that to you!" She cried trying to pull off her over sshirt an in attempt to cover Annabel up. "I should have known he would have done this to a camper." She grumbled as she pulled the top layer off and handed it to Annabel, she knew most of the words would still be visible, it was low cut and made to be worn over a more presentable top. But, it would cover most of her chest and little did she know, this wasan't the first time Annabel had to borrow someone elses shirt.
Extending a paw, Helen smiled sadly "I'm Helen, by the way, not the best way to meet, or do anything, but though I should ntroduce myself" She said, waiting for the beat up Audio to take her paw.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:22 am
In her delirious, half-conscious state, Annabel honestly hadn't noticed Helen approaching. Too soon, her mind was playing back the night, the kick, the loneliness- the horrible regret at hurting Mr. McLean. She'd curled in on herself, slightly, very well intending to fall asleep right there without a second thought. Still out of it, she hadn't even notice Helen's first fit of swearing. It wasn't until she noticed movement in front of her- sitting up in a whirl on panic and terror and scooting back as quickly as possibly, eyes widened like a cornered cat's. For the most part, horrified beyond reason seemed to describe Annabel exactly- it wasn't until she put together the earlier swearings and comments, and the offered shirt, that Annabel finally understood her intentions. Shakily taking the paw, Annabel quickly pulled herself up, no sign of shame or embarrassment on her face. No, no, she was far beyond that now.
"A-Annabel Lee. Just Annabel." She said quietly, all the fire of her typical introduction gone with her spirits. Instead, she looked up to meet eyes with the other girl- Helen- expression dull and lifeless, exhaustion and sorrow permeating through the area. Unblinking for a moment, she glanced warily to the now removed shirt- uneasily, she shook her head to the offer.
"I, uh. N-no thank you. My cabin's just up ahead. Promise. I'll be fine without it for now," Annabel offered, no hint of enthusiasm or attempt at convincing even present in her voice. Still staring at the cloth as though it might snap up and bite her, she edged away slightly.
"Just tired. Couldn't sleep. Got lost and the woods, and tripped. I- I fell on a log," At this, she gestured to the large bruise, taking a moment to linger on it in consideration. The explanation was uneasy- forced. Obviously a lie. Don't ask any questions was just the unspoken bit of it.
"I, yeah. Good to meet you."
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:44 pm
"Wish I could say it's nice to meet you" Helen mumbled, the expression of the other girls eyes taking her by surprise. Wasn't this the girl who had pulled Chris ff the Chris with her, the one who had taken delight in pinning Chris down and stripping him? Helen had never really met her, before now, but this husk of a girl wasn't anything like she remembered. Just what exactly had that b*****d done to her? Glad the girl had at least let her help her up, her face fell even farther when the girl denied the shirt.
"A- are you sure?" She was stunned, why would this girl deny a perfectly good shirt? Now was not the time to be stubborn, or at least that's what Helen thought. Exasperated, Helen threw the shirt back on, "It's not going to hurt, I'm not going to hurt you." She explained, maybe a little harsher then she meant.
At the next line, Helen raised her eyebrow. She wasn't aware logs could write."I think you may want to reconsider taking my shirt if you want people believe that story." A small smile threatened to tug a her lips, but she pushed it away, this really wasn't funny. It was sad.
Helen sighed, the girl looked broken, afraid of even her shirt. Helen really wanted to know just what had happened to her, but she wasn't going to push it, because, obviously, this girl wasn't telling. "Can I at least help you up to your cabin, then?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 12:52 am
At the comment of the niceness of the meeting, Annabel shrugged half-heartedly. Typically, a comment like that would've set her off- at least given her a snarky comment, or something. Today, she only blearily blinked, as if trying to understand the girl speaking in a foreign language. There was a communicational barrier between them; almost as if Annabel had gone into her own little world. Hell, from what it seemed, the dazed girl already had. Getting back was the difficult part.
"Positive," she said flatly, that same creepy lack of emotion evident in her tone. Still watching the shirt as Helen put it back on, there was a wariness in Annabel's stature- still on edge at the idea of being approached to be helped. But no, no. She didn't need- or deserve, really- anybody's help. Her actions toward Mr. McLean had warranted his reaction. Hell, she'd gotten off easy, the more she'd thought about it. Swallowing heavily, Annabel shook her head.
"There's no writing. I- I don't know what you're talking about," it was uneasy, but in the way she said it, it was almost as if Annabel really believed the idea. Slowly, however, she shifted- crossing her arms over her chest to block the writing, instead of the bruise at her hip. Not that it helped, really- the black sharpie was strong against her fur, and the damage of seeing it had already been done. At the questioning of assistance once more, Annabel shook her head.
"I- n-no, sorry. I should- I should get back on my own. Actually, I'm not going back. I need to go think, or something. I'm- there's someone I need to reason myself out for, before I talk to." The conversation was horribly forced- uneasy. It was obvious she wanted to get out of here, and desperately. Nobody was supposed to have seen her!
"S-sorry."
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 6:47 pm
This girl was impossible. Sure, Helen got that some scarring s**t had went down with Mclean , even though the girl wouldn't admit it. But she was just trying to help and this girl was shaking off every single attempt to be nice. It was starting to wear on her patience. But, with another look at the girl, Helen knew she was being petty. Annabel obviously wasn't in a good state of mind right now, and Helen was worried Annabel might do permanent damage to herself.
"O-okay." She replied, the response was more to her tone then the actual words. Smoothing out the shirt she looked skeptical. There are times when you can get away with hiding something, even when you aren't that convincing, but this definitely was not one of those times.
"Okay fine, I believe you" She lied, but from the tone of her voice, it was obvious she didn't mean it. "But, I'm not so sure those camera's will agree with you." Helen gestured to their surroundings and the camera's that were inevitably filming this entire encounter.
"I think if you want to go off on your own, you might want to stop by your cabin first, you know to get changed." Honestly, she was scared what Annabel might do all by herself in this state, Helen was hoping if she went back one of her cabin mates would find her and be able to get through better then she was.
"For what? It's not your fault your like this, goddamn b*****d."
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 7:43 pm
At Helen's constant rebuttal of her story, Annabel grew continuously more and more uneasy- to the point she was very slightly trembling. But still, the entire time, Annabel made no move to object- even trailing Helen's gesture towards the hidden cameras. It didn't matter, really- as nice as this girl was, she still didn't deserve help. Taking a step back once more, Annabel very softly shook her head.
"I- I might stop by," she lied flatly, very well knowing that Simon was waiting for her there. And lord, if Simon saw her like this... he'd think her disgusting, and horrible, and all sorts of things. She'd have to face him at some point, seeing as her abandonment warranted an angry response, but- for now, she liked the illusion of Simon not being angry with her. God help her, as much as she'd deserved punishment from Mr. McLean, she hadn't needed to hurt Simon any more than she already had. And look what she'd already gone and done this time...
Whining slightly at the accusation of Mr. McLean's bastardry, Annabel once more shook her head.
"H-he's not a b*****d. Mr. McLean. S'my fault, and- and I'm sorry, but I really need to be going," she added quickly, stepping to the side, and turning to head off. Her feet slip, and she slightly stumbled once more, but the punkish audio had managed to catch herself, nervously staggering off once more.
"I-I'm sorry. I'd stay and chat- you seem very nice- I just n-need to be alone. And I can't accept your help. I'm sorry."
Her escape likely would've been more effective if she hadn't been going so slow and staggering the entire time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 10:26 pm
Helen had tried her best, but Annabel just wouldn't relent. With a final sigh, Helen accepted that even though the poor girl needed her help, she certainly didn't want it. However, she had still been hoping Annabel would at least go to her cabin before wandering off. The head shake made her realize just how stubborn this girl really was.
"Okay then." she mumbled, seeing through the lie. There had to be more to this then just being embarrassed, and Helen desperately wanted to find out, she hated not knowing stuff. But, she decided, that this was definitely not the time to ask, and there probably was never a good time to ask.
Now Helen was really confused, she had assumed that she had been raped, but, if she had, why would she be defending him. She knew that sometimes rape victims would say it was there fault and were convinced they did it, but to defend him like this? Just what the hell had happened last night?And why the hell did she just call him Mr. Mclean?
She nodded her acknowledgment and mumbled and sad "Good bye" Before rushing off towards her cabin, stopping briefly to pick up the dented handheld before runniong off to her cabin, there had to be someone who could help.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:21 am
The second the girl had left to take off, Annabel had gunned it out of there, as quickly as she could. It wasn't terribly fast, mind you, but certainly speedier than the crawl she'd been at before. If they were all just going to rag on Mr. McLean, she was going to fall apart- more so than she already was, at any rate. Scrambling around the corner, Annabel hurried off, mind reeling with thoughts on how and where to hide.
Beaver cabin was too obvious- someone had to be waiting there. If Simon was falling apart, the woods would be the first place he'd go. Mess hall was too obvious, as were the other cabins...
...The cliffs! Yes, yes, that'd work splendidly! Changing her path to head for the climb to the 1000 Foot Cliff, Annabel gave herself a very weak, sad smile.
Maybe she could get some rest there- and some peace of mind.(( Fin~? ))
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