Devil's Tower

Week Fifteen - Tuesday

Who: Kahea and Sentinel and maybe Jinx and Jax later?
What: Kahea wakes up after the "incident" and has no idea where she is
When: Late morning, sometime after the attack
Where: Jackal's Lodges; Sentinel's room
Rating: Pg-13 for language: Kahea's going to be a bit upset about the whole thing
Status: In Progress

( Waking up in unknown territory )

Who: Jinx, Kahea, Sentinel, and a few more
What: Jinxy goes for a stroll
When: Tuesday morning
Where: The Lodge, then out in a meadow
Rating: R for Violence


Today had started out like any other day; a nice big breakfast, a walk around the Lodge, a visit to the library, but then Sentinel had been called to speak to Jax. Jinx wasn't exactly please when their trip into the city had been spoilt, but it was Jax, and he was allowed to ruin their plans. He was allowed to, because if for no other reason, he had been the reason they had lived in the proverbial luxury they had since the virus. Things had been rocky once in awhile, but overall life had been easy for the siblings. So when Jax had called, Jinx had bit her lip and hadn't complained.

Before Sentinel had gone to speak to Jax, he had set Jinx up with a new book outside of the office, and had told her it would just be a couple of minutes and to stay where she was. The book Sentinel had given her was Arthur Edward Waite's "The Book Of Black Magic And Of Pacts including the Rites and Mysteries of Goetic Theurgy, Sorcery and Infernal Necromancy". Usually Jinx would have been charmed by the Victorian writing style,maybe even engrossed in just how wordy an author could make an easy statement, but well she was waiting for Sentinel, Jinx found herself annoyed by it all and inpatient for it to get into the meat. So setting the book aside, she left her seat.

Originally she thought, she would just get another book, but as she entered the library, she saw how beautiful of a day it had become outside. So instead of racking through the piers of books, she ventured through the glass doors of the library and out into the day.

Slowly she drifted through the gardens and through a roughly maintained hedge. After wandering about tens minutes, she found herself in an open field that was more like a meadow. It was curious to her how much the view in front of her reminded her of imagery in many poems and stories, and she wondered if they to had visited this field. That of course was absurd, but it was an interesting thought.

Laying down amongst the long grass, she started reciting an old poem she knew by heart,

( Song of the Flower XXIII by Khalil Gibran )

Who: Cricket, Kahea, and Gent
What: Cricket wants to meet pretty dancer girl
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Gent's boat
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress

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Week Fifteen-Friday Evening

Who:Kahea and Grey
Where:Wolf Farm House
When:Early Friday Evening
What:It's been raining off and on all day, making Kahea aggitated. She hates cold.
Rating:PG-13 for Kahea's language when she get's ranting

( She's cold and wet and mad )

Week Fifteen-Monday morning

Who: Kahea and Gent
Where: Gent's boat/forest heading into town
When: Early Monday morning
What: Gent wants to escort Kahea into town but Kahea is stubborn

( Detremined To Go Alone )

Week Fourteen-Saturday Night

Who: Kahea and whoever pays attention
Where: Gent's river boat on the Belle Fourche
When: Late Saturday Night/Early Sunday Morning
What: Kahea can't sleep; decides to have a late night dance
Rating G--dance is for all audiences! ^.^
Status In Progress
( ”Continue” )

Saturday: Mid afternoonish, Week Fourteen.

Who: OPEN to ANYONE to hears her screams just tumble on in!
What: Kahea comes across Belle Fourche and a little trouble....
When: Saturday Week Fourteen
Where: Belle Fourche River and MOVED to Gent's River Boat.
Rating: PG-13 for Language and situation
Status: IN PROGRESS and STILL OPEN! ^.^

Kahea shifted the sacks on her back. Even though the sun wasn’t as hot as Texas or California, it still made her sweat, making her load just a little bit more uncomfortable at times. Anela was running in between her feet again, and almost caused her to trip a few times. “Anela, enough! I know you’re hungry, but we can’t eat now, we have to wait at least until sundown. Save food, remember?” Anela looked up at her with her emerald green eyes and mewed. Kahea stuck her tongue out at her and kept walking. She fought the urge to pop an ear bud into one ear and listen to her iPod, but she needed to conserve the power as much as possible. Instead she lost herself in thought, trying to remember what she had been told at her last two “city” stops. The first one, a source told her that there had been no military forces coming through that town ever. But they had heard a rumor of a unit of some sort up in Wyoming somewhere. “Oh, where am I now?” she had asked the man. “What remains of Salt Lake City, Utah.” How she came to Utah in the first place, she had no idea. Her initial direction was north, to Washington, but little by little she strayed east and was somehow lucky enough to come across some viable information about her brother. Her sense of direction sucked, and she knew it, so from then on she took better care to pay attention to the direction of the sun and head directly the way she was told to go to find the next town who had rumored to have a “run-in” with a military unit of some kind. In that town, what remained of Casper, Wyoming, she asked questions again about possible military forces and described her brother’s features. This is where she had received her first inch of real hope in years of wandering and looking. They told her about a small unit of about four men who came through and stayed a few days in the town and also tried to “recruit” some of the men in town to join them for some kind of an uprising against something or someone. They didn’t get anyone to go with them but Kahea was told that the man fitting her description carried with him a picture that he was always looking at. That’s when Kahea got brave and took out her iPod to show them the picture of her brother so that she could be 100% sure it was him. The people in the small building, used to be hospital, all nodded in agreement that one of those men was her brother. “Where had they come from?" She asked. If she could retrace his steps, she just might discover where he was going. “I think they came down from Sundance,” spoke up one young woman. “I think I overheard one of them saying something about Sundance.” “Where is that?”

Now she was headed to Sundance. And hopefully she was in the right direction. ( continue )