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A way a lone a last; Day Nine, Morning
Topic Started: May 15 2011, 03:50 PM (1,393 Views)
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it was a graveyard smash
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((Meredith Hemmings continued from Aching Chest and Blurry Sight))

Meredith Hemmings was trying to ignore the obvious. Her mind was shouting at her, reminding her that she had lost something, but she was trying so desperately to forget about it. Ignore it. Worry about it later because it was all small fish compared to this whole situation as a whole. That place she was at with that group of students? The cell phone tower or whatever? It became a danger zone. She could have gotten her neck blown to smithereens. It wasn't easy to watch where everyone was frantically running, and she'd lost Gracie in the chaos.

That girl still had her book. But Meredith was trying so hard to forget about that. She was trying to move forward and think positively, and, being Pandora Black, it was hard to think positive half the time. That just wasn't cool for someone like her! Life was supposed to be dark and bitter and cruel. However, for the first time in a long time, Meredith didn't want to think about the darkness of life. The darkness would come later after she was torn limb from limb by a despicable monster, waiting for her flesh. And then her soul would be judged.

That's what she believed anyway. Almost everyone had their own beliefs about what happened after death, and that was one of many possibilities that Meredith entertained.

Alright, look for the prize. Look for the price. Keep your eyes peeled. Meredith had been searching for Gracie for an entire day, but the search had, so far, been rather fruitless. At first, she had desperately tried to follow the girl's general direction, but as previously stated, the chaos had prevented Meredith from focusing too much on the girl. But she had to be somewhere, right? Somewhere... Anywhere. Surely Meredith would run into her again and get her book back.

But, oh shit. What if Gracie tossed the Book of Life away? That book meant nothing to her, and she probably didn't want to carry it around, so... Ugh! Yeah, think positive. Thinking negatively would not help the situation at all. Find Gracie, and even if she threw the book away, maybe she'd know where she threw it. But what if Gracie was dead? It was a great possibility after seeing how reckless her little group behaved. Alright, so Meredith was searching for Gracie dead or alive. That sounded heartless, yeah, but Meredith needed that book! This was so... ugh! Infuriating!

She'd have to be careful with who she handed the book to in the future. This was just terrible.

Meredith finally decided to stop for a rest, as she had been searching most of the night, and the sun was now hanging fairly high in the sky. It was maybe ten o'clock, Meredith wasn't entirely sure. A quick check of her map confirmed that she was somewhere within the northern felled forest, but that was kind of obvious from all of the tree stumps littered about. She half kept her eyes peeled for Gracie, but she mostly just wanted a place to stop and rest. Perhaps she could eat her half-loaf of bread? Mmmm. Her mouth watered at the thought. She was about to cast her things aside and sit down to engage upon a grand feast of bread (maybe a few crackers that she had saved) when she noticed another student.

It was a girl, no surprise that it was someone that Meredith didn't automatically recognize. She was lying against a stump, her stained clothing somewhat damp. She was definitely resting, and Meredith wanted to rest too, so why not rest together? Maybe she could ask this girl if she'd seen Gracie or.. a book. No no, don't mention the book. Refrain from that, she didn't want to scare the girl. She just wanted some company, and yeah, Meredith used to be this withdrawn girl back in high school, but this wasn't high school, and she figured she could take her chances.

Meredith placed her things onto the ground and sat down a few feet away from Jennifer. Gazing at the girl, she busied herself with locating her half of bread. "Hello," she absently said, continuing her search.
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Meredith Hemmings located the half of bread, but she didn't pull it out just yet. Even though this island didn't seem exactly like the place where politeness and manners were respected, she would still feel a little rude gnawing on her bread in front of this stranger. What if this girl had no food or, worse, what if she asked Meredith to share? Meredith would have to say no which would be even more rude... and lead to an entirely awkward moment. She didn't lead a girl out of Hades for nothin' after all.

So she left the bread for now. She'd eat it later, perhaps when she was alone. She didn't plan to stay here for long, maybe find out if this girl had seen Gracie or, better yet, her book anywhere, and then she would leave. Meredith didn't need companions or company. Nope. She could do just fine on her lonesome, and that's what she planned to do.

Unless this girl wanted to group up with Meredith, and Meredith wasn't sure if she would totally disagree with that... Celeste could have been a companion too, but that girl was gone. And gone in the greatest meaning of the word. She tried not to think about it too much. Meredith honestly didn't want to attach herself to anyone on this island, really, but... It was the truth that she was getting a tad lonely.

Meredith pushed her things a few inches away and looked up at Jennifer, brushing a hand across her face to push aside her hair. "Greetings and Well Tidings, Jennifer Perez. My name is Pandora Black." She paused, unsure of what she should say next. Should she start asking questions? Maybe not, Jennifer didn't seem much like she wanted to answer questions. She was busying herself with putting her shoes back on. But Meredith had a ton of questions to ask, and she felt like if she couldn't ask them, she would explode into a million dark-and-angsty pieces.

Jennifer's voice cracked the silence once again, although her question never quite made it to a rising intonation. Meredith was able to piece together that Jennifer was most likely asking if she needed anything, and at first, she was tempted to just say no, but was it really Pandora Black's style to answer questions so typically? "No, there isn't exactly anything you can do for me, but there is a lot that I need. For example, reassurance from the Gods. Maybe a sign or anything to confirm that I'm going on the right track.. You don't seem like you can communicate with the Gods, however... Do you have a Ouija board by any chance?"

Hmm. Meredith probably shouldn't ask that. Yes, work on the more important questions! Have you seen Gracie? Have you seen my book? Those were the golden questions, the ones that Meredith's mere existence relied on at this point. She was nothing without her Book of Life! She might as well just off herself now if she could never find it again.

Meredith opened her mouth to ask, but Jennifer was saying something about needing time alone. "W-Wait, you were here first, I can leave.. Really," she said, holding up her hand. With shoes and socks on feet, the girl was vacating the area, and Meredith was in a panicked state, rushed to ask all of the questions that she had vent up inside her. "Wait, hold up! You haven't seen Gracie, have you? Or-Or-Or a book?! It's.. If you do see a book, MY book, just... Uh, try and find me okay?! Okaaay?!"

But Jennifer was gone, and Meredith would probably never see her again. She sort of accepted that, but she still felt disappointed. Was it something she said? Oh. Probably. Was it her appearance? Could have been that too, but in Meredith's honest opinion, everyone on the island right now looked a little scary and worse for wear.

She was planning to leave soon anyway. This was no big deal.

As Jennifer disappeared, Meredith sat back down and folded her legs beneath her, pulling out the half-loaf of bread from her bag. She nibbled on it silently, thoughts whirling in overdrive, but she felt at peace. Sorta. Not lonely, at peace! And totally on a mission. She would get her book back if it was the last thing she did. She would not allow herself to die without it.

((Meredith Hemmings continued in In For a Penny, In For a Pound))
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