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Survival Strategy
Topic Started: Sep 18 2016, 10:45 PM (923 Views)
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She gritted her teeth.

((Jasmine King, continued from Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson))

Apparently she hadn’t found the other side, after all. She could see the building she had left earlier from here, down the stairs. That was annoying. Apparently she had spent what was probably hours just going in a circle. Apparently all the time she had spent in there could have been avoided by just simply turning left or right or whatever direction this place happened to be in. She breathed out, tingly sensation rising slightly through her nose. Oh well, at least this was someplace new. She’d rather be outside of the place or inside a more secure room but she supposed above where she was would also suit her, for the most part. So long as there were people she could join up with? She didn’t mind where she was. Except for like, a volcano or something. Or that bathtub room again. She imagined that there were more places right now that she wouldn’t want to be in but she could push those thoughts back, slightly. This was a new place. Potentially with new people. Getting up there was what should be at the forefront, right now.

And so that was what she did. She walked up the five stairs she had before she reached the top. It wasn’t hard. Not at all.

There was a slight jolt as she reached the top, though. There were people. In the distance. She couldn’t recognise them from here. She could tell that it was a boy wearing a beanie and a girl with chin-length hair, but that didn’t tell her anything. She got their fashion sense, but even if it was someone that she personally knew she wouldn’t know that. Which was annoying. Less so than other incidents since it was unavoidable but it still rose up, slightly. At least she knew it wasn’t someone she had met earlier? That was slightly good, as it meant a brand new chance. She breathed out, sensation still rising in her nose. She would take that. It was honestly something that didn’t mean anything but if it allowed her to remain slightly positive, she would take it.

They didn’t see her. They were more focused on the helicopter in front of them. She turned her head, slightly. It didn’t look like it was going to stay on the building for much longer. Oh well. If it meant that they weren’t looking behind them she didn’t mind. It’d give her more time to figure out how to approach the two of them. What words to say. If they were people she didn’t like, it was going to take some effort for her to be able to convince them to let her-

A sound suddenly came out of her throat as her body jerked, thin watery mucus spurting out of her nose.
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She froze.

She didn’t look. She couldn’t look. It would be so easy for her to just lift her head up and see how the two people in the distance reacted, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t put her mind into doing it. There was something, on the edge of her. A feeling.

A feeling that if she looked up there would be something far worse than Toby looming down on her.

It was fear. The feeling was fear. She had made too much noise. She had blown whatever sort of cover she had, and whatever advantage she had on these two. And they would notice. They would be deaf not to. And then they would see her. And then they would do something to her. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew that it was something she wouldn’t want.

She didn’t know what that was, though.

And she was scared.

But she could talk, couldn’t she? She was Jasmine King. She could talk. She was good at it. She knew she could do it.

But there was a feeling. On the edge of her skin and crawling up her arms. Fear. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t do it and then they would get mad at her for trying to sneak up on them. She knew she could do it, but…

It was a risk.

One Jasmine wasn’t willing to take.

She ran back down the stairs, hoping that they wouldn’t follow and that the feeling would go away.

((Jasmine King, concluded in Dreams and Reality))
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