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What Goes Up...; (Day 6) Private
Topic Started: Feb 16 2011, 12:12 AM (2,964 Views)
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“The bear climbed over the mountain, the bear climbed over the mountain. The bear climbed over the mountain….”

Annaliese stretched out the last lyric in that song as she meandered along behind Ray. Humming the rest of the song, she contemplated their situation. Ray had saved her from Krazy Kris when he just snatched her up and ran. They had wandered for a while, taking in the sights as they headed down the mountain.

She had kept up a steady stream of conversation. They had talked about some of her favorite topics, ranging from the deforestation of Brazil to the waves of hive collapse spreading across the globe. Well, she had talked and Ray listened. Downside was that Ray had not sung at all. That was a little disappointing. All in all, apart from the “running for our lives” part, this had been her most pleasant day here on Anti-Fantasy Island.

The angry growl of Ray’s stomach stopped Annaliese dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened at the sheer volume coming from his midsection. He must have been embarrassed about the noise since he was trying to squeeze it into submission. Dude, it sounds like his tummy is eating itself. I wonder if those starving little kids in refugee camps have tummies that make that much noise?

Annaliese felt a stab of guilt as Ray complained about the lack of decent food. She still had those extra rations she’d taken from Frankie all those days ago. She had food she could share and Ray was hungry. He had saved her from Princess Crazypants. What was wrong with her, not offering to share?

“Dude, you should have said you were good to eat. You’re in luck. I have,” she cheerfully called out as she dropped her bag and began to paw through it. She held up Frankie’s mostly rock hard load of bread. “Lembas bread! And look, lembas bread. Oh, wait for it…more lembas bread!”

Sitting back on her heels, she grinned at Ray as she held out the bread. “Swear to you, this Danya guy is a LOTR fan. The bread, the killing, the need for stoicism and manliness. Dude wants to bliss out on Middle Earth.”
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Annaliese tried not to giggle as Ray gnawed on his bread. She pulled out her partial loaf and tried to pluck some chunks off of it. Watching Ray drink reminded her of her water situation. She got out the loathsome plastic water bottle and eyed what remained as Ray made himself comfortable. She’d ask him about the water situation later she decided as she popped a piece of bread in her mouth.

Her chewing slowed as she contemplated Ray’s question. She thought back to all the places she’d been and all of the people who died. It wasn’t really something she wanted to dwell on, but ducking the only question the guy who saved your life asked seemed like really bad form. Looking anywhere but Ray, she tried to keep her voice upbeat as she recounted the days.

“Well, uhhh, lessee…I woke up and met a guy named Frankie. He seemed really nice. Then we met his unrequited love. I think her name was Erica? Uh yeah, they had some issues to work out. Frankie attacked Erica and Erica killed him. I, uh, left after that. Then I met up with Jackie Myrie and her friend Allie. We were gonna have dinner together, outside the church. It was cool, for about six seconds. Then Lily MacLaughlin showed up and went all ‘mall violence, film at eleven’. Well, she threatened to kill us because I guess she killed someone else, so Jackie freaked the fuck out and channeled her inner Connor MacLeod. For whatever reason, Jackie then went all spaz-mo-tron at me so I booked it outta there. I still don’t know how to feel about that,” she admitted with a sigh.

“After that, I ran into Tyler and Sarah and the spiky French chick in, umm….uhhh…the place with the houses?” She wrinkled her brow. “Yeah, I think that’s where it was. Things were pretty cool, but the girls made it obvious they wanted to be *alone* together. So I beat feet from there too.”

As she recounted her travels, she realized that an awful lot of people seemed to die around her. Her eyes widened as the implications of her travels hit home. Quickly looking at Ray, she tried to reassure him. “But don’t worry. Nobody died there. I swear. At least, nobody died while I was there. I can’t be held responsible for what happened afterwards. So I left them and then I found Kris, but you know, that boy was TOTALLY dead when I got there. I mean, you were there. You know I had nothing to do with it.”

Realizing that she sounded desperate, Annaliese tried to calm herself down and play it cool. “So…uh…yeah. That’s my travelogue here on Crapfest Island. What, uh, what about you?”
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Annaliese was relieved that Ray didn’t seem to be bothered by her recap of events. His was even shorter than hers. She nodded in understanding as he looked at the ground. It was easier to remember when other people weren’t looking at you. You didn’t have to worry about being judged if you couldn’t see them judging you.

She really hoped they found his friends. Ray was definitely the nicest guy she had met here. He deserved to have good things happen to him. His helping her was probably doing awesome things for his karmic stores.

"Why did you come up there, exactly? Kind of an out of the way place to wander."

Annaliese popped another bread bit into her mouth and chewed solemnly as she pondered Ray’s question. Why was she on the mountain? There wasn’t anything she need, like water, up there. It hadn’t provided any shelter or safe place to hide. So why had she spent all that time and energy climbing up there?

The only positive thing to come out of her mountain experience was meeting Ray. She heard him singing, followed him, and he saved her from Kris. He was the first person since Frankie who *wanted* to spend time with her. Surely, the reason she found herself on the mountain was because Fate and the universe wanted her to hang out with Ray for a while. He must have something to teach her.

Still chewing, Annaliese studied the young man. He seemed really grounded and reasonable. Experience told her that grounded and reasonable guys didn’t really go for the idea of Fate and predestination and karma and universal life lessons in unexpected places. If she told him what she was thinking, he might want her to leave. And then she would never learn what it was she needed to learn from him.

Smiling sunnily at him, she swallowed her bread and shrugged. “I dunno. It was there and it seemed like a good idea at the time, ya know? Why were you up there? Do you think your friends would have gone there? Oooooh, was the cell tower thingy your ‘let’s meet here in case we get separated’ place?”
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Annaliese tipped her head, acknowledging Ray’s point about having to run for his life. She had been running for life since she got here. Well, not always running, but probably walking quickly. She was about to take another bite of bread when Ray asked where her friends where.

She stopped picking at her bread as she looked at her hand in her lap. She hadn’t really thought about that before. There wasn’t really anyone on the island she was looking for, and she didn’t think there was anyone who would be specifically looking for her. At least, not for friendly reasons.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have any friends. She knew lots of people at school, and she was known by many in return. Annaliese had always been social, joining many groups and clubs and interest groups. She had just never, you know, seemed to form any super deep connections with anyone. She usually just sort of bounced from group to group and had always been content with that. It had seemed like a good thing, bringing awareness to issues and fostering kinship within the group.

Only now, she was seeing how hollow those relationships had been. Maybe this is what the universe is trying to teach me, she silently wondered as she poked her bread. Although the universe didn’t have to be such a harsh bitch about it. It could have made me aware of a lack of meaningful relationships without bringing me here to Suckfest Island. God, I feel like such a loser now. People have always said that the stuff I talk about is annoying, but I didn’t think that meant that NOBODY liked me.

She glanced over at Ray out of the corner of her eyes, which wasn’t easy as her vision was a little blurry with unshed tears. Everyone else has friends here, and I have no one. The universe is telling me I’m gonna die alone and friendless. She sniffled once, softly.

“I, uh, I guess not,” she admitted, shrugging again. “I’m kind of like a leaf on the wind, you know,” she added, trying to keep her voice upbeat. “A rolling stone gathers no moss, and jazz like that.” Looking to get the attention off of herself, she pulled a hunk off her bread and jammed it in her mouth.

“So where do you think your dudesons might be,” she asked, a few crumbs escaping her full mouth.
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Annaliese leaned into Ray’s hug. There was something about the way guys hugged when they were trying to be comforting that seemed universal. Her brother always hugged her with that weird, one armed hug/squeeze. She smiled at his attempt to smooth over her awkwardness. Leaning over, she bumped her shoulder into his side.

“You got yourself a deal, Mister Man. I will most definitely help you find your buddies. If they are anything like you, they will have found other people to hang with, and when we meet up, we can totally have a party. But like, a good party where nobody gets killed, okay?”
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Annaliese unfolded herself, only slightly awkward in her attempt to gracefully rise from the ground. She stretched, arching her back to work some of the stiffness out before ambling over to the rock and sitting next to Ray. “Yeah, dead people at a shindig is a total party foul. That’s why zombies are so unwelcome. They total bring down the atmosphere. Well, that and the fact that they carry the rage virus. But you know, they can’t help that part.”

Without missing a beat, she drew her knee up and rested her chin on it, wrapping her arms around her leg. “Before all this, I’ve been doing the school thing like everybody else. Got apps in to a bunch of colleges, got in to a few places, waiting on a few more. You know the drill. I volunteered at the ASPC during the summer. I helped out at a couple of homeless shelters. I looked into interning with some of the state representatives or senators. You know, to get the lay of the land. I’m thinking about majoring in like, sociology. Or maybe psychology and becoming, like, a family therapist. Environmental sciences sounds good too. Politics could be cool too but they say you can’t fight corruption without becoming corrupt yourself. And unfortunately, grassroots political activist isn’t exactly on my parents’ list of approved careers.”

"What about you?" She canted her head to the side and looked at Ray, then gasped. Her hand fluttered in the direction of his head. “Dude! What the hell happened to your ear? It’s all, like, manged and stuff!”
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Annaliese let out a sigh of relief as Ray assured her that his ear…issue was an old injury. She nodded in understanding as he explained what it was. She thought that cauliflower ear was a strange name for his condition. It didn’t really look like cauliflower to her. Mostly, it just looked super poofy, like maybe he had got stung by a bee and it swelled up really bad.

She grimaced at Ray's comment. Now it was her turn to feel embarrassed by the topic. Wow, way to be a dick and make him feel bad, she chastised herself. Steer the conversation away from the potential of dying. It’s a bummer.

“You boys,” she said, her exasperated tone off-set by the big grin plastered on her face. “I’ll never understand how, like, scars and mutilation get to be big things with you. My brother Aric has played hockey for as long as I can remember. He’s going to school in Maine on a hockey scholarship. He talks about all his hockey injuries like a Spartan recounting his war wounds. The time he had to get stitches and the time he got a tooth knocked out are some of his favorite ones to tell. He’s actually tried to pick girls up with that crap. It’s a little pathetic.”


Annaliese drummed her hands against her thigh. "But, uh, yeah. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Edited by BetaKnight, Feb 23 2011, 10:42 PM.
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“I have an older brother and a younger sister too. Like I said, Aric’s in college in Maine, so we only see him in the summer. My little sister is Abby. She’s, like, musically gifted on top of the fact that she’s practically a genius. She’s a freak of nature.” Annaliese picked at a hangnail on her thumb. There was something comforting about the slight burning sensation it caused. Ray’s family issues made her irrational fears that her parents like Abby better because she caused them less worry seemed super trivial now.

“Sorry to hear about your brother. That must suck. And I’d suggest that we set up a play date for our little sisters, but Abby doesn’t play. It’s ‘too childish’. Like I said, freak of nature.” She winced at how lame her comments sounded.

Ray’s next question was a total track change. It came completely out of nowhere. Annaliese had to giggle, even though it seemed inappropriate to the mood. “I think I’m rubbing off on you,” she said with a hint of pride. “But, uh, yeah…. What brought me up the mountain, I still couldn’t tell you. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And then when I got most of the way there, I realized it wasn’t. Which, in the telling, makes me sound really stupid,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Once I was up there, it kind of occurred to me that I was all alone. It was not…not a pleasant feeling. “ Annaliese squirmed and started grinding the toe of her shoe in the dirt. She wasn’t sure what was making her so uncomfortable about being honest with Ray. Normally, she valued transparency in her interactions with other people. But there was something talking with Ray that forced her to reassess her sense of self. “But then I heard you singing. And it wasn’t a happy song, but it sounded…”

She shrugged again, trying to put her feelings into words. “It sounded sad but honest? Like, an honest expression of emotion. And I was drawn to that. A lot of what I’ve experienced here has been about hiding your feelings and motivations. But not your singing. So I had to find the person who was willing to be honest and open, even in this situation.”
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Annaliese nodded, agreeing with Ray about being lucky. “You’re really good, you know? Have you ever thought about trying out for American Idol?” She leaned back and swung her feet experimentally a few times. Lifting her head, she closed her eyes and turned her face up towards the sun. The warmth was nice and comforting. As pleasant as sitting on the rock and basking had been, she was getting the nagging feeling that it was time for them to move on.

While they hadn’t, like, bared their souls to each other, they had shared family stuff and experiences. Whatever was supposed to happen, Ray had obviously begun the first stage of bonding with her. The connection had been established so now it was time to move on to the next phase.

Standing abruptly, Annaliese looked at Ray. “Dude, I just realized something. Crazy Kris is still up on the mountain. If we stay here, crazy Kris will come down, schlepping her not-quite-a-zombie boy toy. And judging from last time, she won’t be too happy to find us. We should beat feet and put even more distance between us and her particular brand of crazy. Plus, I’m kind of out of water. So if we could head to a place where I could score a refill, that would be most excellent.”

Zipping up the bag, she shouldered it in one smooth motion. “Yeah, we should totally get the hell outta here. Sooner rather than later, yeah?” With a bounce in her step, Annaliese started off. Completely without direction or destination in mind.

((Annaliese Hansen continued in The Man Your Man Could Smell Like))
Edited by BetaKnight, Mar 7 2011, 01:53 AM.
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