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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:37 pm
A warm breeze was in the air. Trees above rustled relentlessly in an oddly contented manner. F had spent the morning cheerfully exploring the jungles and climbing trees like a spry young boy.
Unfortunately he was no spry young boy. He was a grown man. One who currently lay face down in the foliage, with a pained "Nnnnrff" escaping his throat every so often.
A few moments ago, a deceptively sturdy-looking branch had failed to hold his weight.
An ominous Crraaaack had been emitted from the faltering branch shortly before the limb, accompanied by the Romanian, was succumb to gravity. A short yelp and a heavy thud soon followed.
Although it wasn't from a particularly great height, to any onlooker, F's fall may have appeared precisely calculated so that his body met the floor where the pointed end of a small branch stuck solidly out from the ground.
"Fuh-huck." F had managed to breath into the dirt, some time after he had realised that said stick had pierced his gut in a rather agonising manner and also after he had let out a low-toned, semi-involuntary "Uyaaahaah!". Presumably out of pain.
As he lay there, F's blood attempted to flee the scene and his mind strayed, eventually coming to the vague conclusion that he had meant to do that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:15 pm
If an F falls in the jungle and nobody's around, does it make a sound?
Apparently so.
Kaveri was making her rounds about the jungle in search of some fresh carcasses to take home and air out before she ate them. It wasn't before long that she heard something -- something fairly large -- hit the ground from a short distance ahead. The vulture froze, craning her neck out and upwards to see if she could hear anything else before approaching.
Surely, if one of the predatory Islanders here had just made a kill, they would be rather miffed to find a scavenger on the scene before they even started to take their fill!
But Kaveri heard nothing further than a distant groan, and the vulture went on to investigate the source of the noise. Cautiously stepping onto the scene, immediately the smell of fresh blood flooded her nostrils. The vulture snorted and rapidly shook her head, the scent was too fresh for her to care... and familiar above all things, something that could be identified as human blood.
She wheeled closer to the body, unsure if she should get too close -- yet another person she hadn't seen before, and a full human to boot. This made her even more apprehensive of getting closer, even though the man was plainly injured -- possibly dead, or about to be.
Keeping a good, safe distance within arm's length, Kaveri squatted down nearby F and reached over to give a gentle shake on his shoulder. Laying face-down, lots of blood all over the place... it's eerily familiar to that morning she was found laying next to Aubrey. Luckily, this man had no bite marks that could be attributed to her.
"You're not dead, are you? I'd feel awfully guilty if I tried to eat you if you're not," she said, a bit of worry written on her colorful face. She hadn't expected the fallen man to, you know, be conscious -- hence the complete lack of tact when addressing him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:51 pm
Something touched his shoulder.
"Arflaf-" the man announced weakly before engaging his brain.
"Dead? No.." F mused absently into the jungle floor, disturbingly less aware of the throbbing pain in his belly.
F wondered briefly if this was because the accident had never happened. But, after making a pathetic attempt to lift himself off the offending branch, soon decided it most definitely had and instead occupied himself with spluttering and breathing heavily.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:06 pm
"Dat's good at least," Kaveri murmured, and then was struck with a sense of dread. How was she going to get help? Her intercom was still blocked at her duplex.
"s**t," she hissed with nervous frustration, shaking her head, "s**t, s**t, s**t."
Maybe the guys behind the cameras were watching. Maybe some kind of deus ex machina would come and provide assistance. The vulture looked around the scene for a camera or some device to shriek into for help.
"Lissen," she says to the downed man, "I... I don't know what to do. I'll go see if I can't find someone, someting, back at de village, I-- do you have a duplex?"
If she can't use her intercom, she was going to give a try at using his.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:35 pm
F grunted eloquently at whatever it was that was speaking above him.
"Uh.." he paused lengthily, apparently considering it's question, before uttering a somewhat unsure "Uh, yes.."
The man's head turned slowly to peer from behind a mop of hair at the creature that appeared to be trying to help him. It had feathers- vaguely white ones- like some kind of horribly disfigured angel.
"Perhaps fly?" he suggested drunkenly to the angel.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:49 pm
An angel that was, perhaps, run through a wood chipper. Kaveri is no messenger of God, but perhaps his cleanup crew.
"Can you tell me the number? Is it unlocked?" Kaveri asked, strongly resisting the urge to circle. "I... I can't fly-- but dat's beside de point! I'm going to try and get you help."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:20 pm
"Mmm fifty- er, fiftyfive. Yes. No-" he corrected. "It's locked." F concluded with a small nod that seemed to merge into a head shake.
"Vuh key.." he thought to add after a moment.
He pointed vaguely towards his left jean pocket which was now underneath him, before hesitantly moving his arm to fish the key out. He seemed to have lost some dexterity in his fingers however and couldn't quite find the pocket properly, so he simply quit trying and lay there grimacing instead.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:30 pm
Kaveri knelt close to F as he attempted to get the key out of his pocket. She wasn't too keen on moving him for fear that it would aggrivate his injuries, and carefully reached her two fingers in after his failed attempt to get it out himself. Successfully hooking the keyring on a talon, she pulled the key out as it dangled from her index finger.
"Got it. Don't move, stay here," Kaveri warned, moving backwards before turning and making a break for the village, running as fast as her awkward legs could carry her.
Before too long she made it to the village, barging into duplex 55 where she found the intercom by the door and jammed her finger onto '0.' She hoped someone would pick up...
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:08 pm
Ginerva had been having a frightfully dull day. And it had been so long since she'd really seen Dr. Duvert, let alone having been able to talk to him about his proposal.
When she finally responded to the intercom her voice reflected this. It was probably just another Islander with some petty little complaint that she would choose not to deal with.
"Yes... what is it?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:48 pm
"H'okay you 'ave fun.." F had offered in a blearily singsong manner as the creature left him, just before his vision began to close in threateningly.
"Re'mber t'give 'em vuh barcode." he added sloppily, and his head met the ground once more.
F would be highly disappointed whenever he awoke and finally realised that his sunglasses had cracked in more than a few places during the course of that afternoon. Possibly more so than about the fact that he had a shiny new hole in his stomach.
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