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I swear I'm not a jumper.; Day 4, around 9:45.
Topic Started: Jan 7 2017, 06:15 PM (359 Views)
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(Dorothy's sight set on the sun and the soil.)

Dorothy felt like a princess, riding her mount, looking over her territory and her kingdom. Her pigtails laid on her shoulders, forming a necklace around her neck, holding her neck high to see as far as she can. She also felt the grim and sad responsibility of being the heiress of a monarchy and the compressing and choking sensation of something was horribly wrong, and it was her fault. Her daydreaming led her to the execution of her kingly father while her queenly mother was already emptied.

Dorothy shook her head, throwing the images of the deaths of her fictional parents somewhere else than right before her eyes. The rooftop was a nice place to be. She felt somewhat closer to home and farther from the island. Maybe it was the height of the asylum or maybe it was the fact she had just awaken from her daydream, but she felt like she wasn't in the game.

She felt the wind's blade dragging itself against her face, raising her left hand to defend herself from the invisible enemy. She hid her face from the unseen monster, closing her watering eyes and smirking to block the cold. She gave up and turned her back on her attacker, shielding her face from the cold wild. She hugged herself, putting her hands under her armpits.

The temperature wasn't even that low, it was the just the wind that annoyed her. It always made everything much more worse than it should like by blowing up dust and obstructing people's vision. The wind circled around her and continued on its path with its lingering friends still annoying Dot.

She bet she looked grumpy as hell, too. All of this announced her that it wasn't going to be a good day for her, especially after the announcements. Wayne died. He robbed Dot and Asha, and it was a dick move, but he still died. He killed himself right where she was standing, on the asylum roof. He jumped, he fell, his body touched the ground, and his bones broke while his organs ruptured.

He didn't deserve it, the same way Rea didn't deserve to die. She wasn't even able to talk to her again. She died like, what, three days ago, and it only came to her realization on the top of a building that she was dead, and she wasn't coming back. She tried to tune out the announcements, to shut off the outside world and to forget about the whole situation. To act as if this whole thing wasn't real, and people were coming for her, to save her.

But she was standing on the scene of a suicide, and below them, Wayne laid broken. She felt like dangling her legs over the edge and to let go. Not in any suicidal way, she hoped she'd grow wings and fly away but that was an impossible feat. She just wanted to fly away from this place and to leave, and to never think about it again. Her prayers couldn't be answered until she died or she was the last standing. She wanted neither of those things but it was the only way to be free again.

If she won, she'd be alone. If she died, she'd be alone. Either way, she'd be lonely and nobody would cry for her and help her. The day was just beginning and it already sucked badly. Hopelessness crushed her and while death sucked badly, life was about on the same level of shittyness.

She took a few steps, getting closer to the edge. She could just let her legs dangle and then let go. Maybe falling would feel like being in a rollercoaster without going back up. A few more steps and she would go down and her pain would stop. A few more steps and she wouldn't have to worry. A few more steps and-

''What's that?''

She pointed the two bags squeezed in-between a dent in the cement holding on the building together.
Edited by Fran, May 20 2017, 01:11 PM.
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Dorothy was doing something she never expected she would do. Her hands were inside of someone's else bag, their only personal and private possession on this wicked island, and she searched it. She was looting a corpse, basically.

Wayne's bag had food, so much more food than they had, and Dot was lusting over it.

A thought crossed her mind though, Wayne didn't just have a lot of food, he had a lot more food than he should had with the wrappers and empty bottles. Was Asha his first victim or was she just part of a long-term scheme to gain supplies? Either way, Wayne was dead and Dot guessed it was the guilt that killed him since he took his life right here.

She found something else of interest: a knife. It was a good find. A knife would be more threatening than two match sticks nicely decorated. She'd keep them around, or to trade for something or to throw them at someone.

For a second, she wanted to pocket it and not to tell Asha. She was scared that her friend would take it as if Dot didn't care about her peaceful ideology. Not everyone would be talked down like most of their past threats and having this sharp item could potentially save their lives by scaring people away.

Or by slicing away. She decided not to think about that option. If it came to it, she'd do whatever it take to protect Asha and Jae. The two of them had nice weapons, they were both useful and scary so people wouldn't mess with them. It was Dot that wasn't carrying her weight, and she felt that. What if they decided to ditch her when the situation became dire and they'd use her uselessness as a reason? Asha wouldn't do that at the moment but a tiny strain between the girls today could become a never-ending hole tomorrow. Dot needed to find a way to become useful and help them out other than being the freeloader of the trio. Dot pulled out the knife and flashed it to Asha,

"Do you mind if I keep this? For safekeeping, you know or like to scare people like Iz away."

She saw movement from the corner of her eyes and jerked her head toward the shadow. It was only Jae from the look of it. That leg, that crossbow, that hair, looked like him. She waved back with the knife in her hand. Realizing the hazard she became, she quickly let the knife drop to the ground twisting her face from shame.
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''Hum.''

That was the only word she say after Jae's offer reached her ears. She had many questions for him, but she kept them inside her humming throat. First, where did he get it? And second what did he want to do with that. Dorothy inspected him from where she was and she couldn't see any signs that'd make her question anything else. If he were dragging a corpse or drinking blood like the vampire goth he was, Dorothy would have already jumped him.

''I... I don't need it, but thank you very much for... that thing but I don't need it.''

Jae and Dot agreed on the weather though: it sucked and it wasn't getting better. They should get inside, somewhere safe from exposure and somewhere people couldn't see them easily. Inside the hospital would be alright, they might have beds and they could sleep in them. She wondered if they were still there, if the terrorists kept that little luxury of sleeping in a bed a possibility for soon-to-be-dead kids. She put the knife in her own bag and stood up.

''Yeah, I don't want to stay outside, maybe we could find a room inside,'' she forgot the whole reason why he left them and where did he go. Asha briefly explained it but she hadn't understood everything as they made their way on the stairs. Oh gosh, it's the time to be stupid.
''Or maybe not since... you know. Anywhere else than here would be better.''
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Dot hurried to Jae. She didn't want to be left behind on the roof, that would have sucked pretty badly.

When she reached him, she said,

"If you need to lean on me, my shoulder is free."

Then they left.

(Where the flowers hurt.)
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