Tristan J. Moore (sparked_it) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-02-23 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | tristan moore, ~eran winther |
Music Music everywhere ...
Characters: Tris, Eran
When: Monday, 2 PM-ish
Location: Outside, but not far from the outer cabins
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Tris is significantly less than impressed with this bullshit
Status: Complete
Early that morning, he'd been jarred out of bed feeling like his head was going to explode in an almost literal sense. He'd clapped his hands over his ears and stumbled to the bathroom with the intention of getting the earplugs he'd so recently been gifted with. They weren't where he'd left him, and a quick search through the drawers and cabinets all over the cabin revealed they weren't there at all. Tris wanted to be surprised, but after everything he'd seen, and heard, he really couldn't be. So he'd buried his head under the pillows and then done his best to try to ride it out. It had left him with a bitch of a headache which he'd managed to stave off with some drugs and sleep during the quiet period that had followed the blare of holiday music. He could still hear it, distantly, but it wasn't invading his ears as badly as the blaring in his cabin had. The fact that he could hear it, wherever it was, was bothersome. It meant, possibly, that no matter where he went, he was going to be bothered by it. Which he guessed meant he should just plan not to sleep much this week. Even if it didn't reach outside, he couldn't sleep in the snow. He didn't have any sort of shelter, and unfortunately, he didn't have Jake's ability to withstand the cold. Still, he could at least spend time outside, to escape it. After bundling himself up, Tristan wandered outside. He ventured to the Keep, but only long enough to grab some PopTarts and granola bars before he headed back outside. Quieter, but not quiet; he could hear the strains of music in one cabin. Just one? So it was going to be like that, apparently. Randomly cycling music at random volumes in random locations. Awesome. Shuffling through the snow, Tris fumbled off his gloves to open a package of crackers. He crunched on those as he trudged away from the cabins and the Keep until he found a sort of cliff-like rock structure. He plunked his ass down in the snow and leaned back against it and tried to focus on his other senses. Smell. Taste. Sight. Touch. To try to ignore his hearing, at least for now. It was an impossible task, but he tried anyway. He could smell a lot of things, though he couldn't define them yet. Some sort of animal that reminded him of rodents. Mice, rats, something in that family. Something that had a predator's reek to it. Fox maybe? And something that brought to mind something hoofed. What was hoofed in the snow? Reindeer? Regular deer? Something in that family. And rabbits. Rabbits he could define, and he closed his eyes to simply feel the snow falling on him, and to smell the great white north -- or wherever they were supposed to be. |