Nick Cutler (history_maker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-11-22 12:17:00 |
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Current music: | Broken Bells - The High Road |
'Cause they know and so do I, The high road is hard to find..
Who: Nick Cutler (Narrative or OTA)
Where: In the jungle, 12-1 section.
What: A break from the madness to contemplate more madness.
When: Backdated to noon-ish on Wednesday.
Rating: B for Broody. ;)
Open: If you want!
Status: Depends. XD
Nick was tired. Things were going to shit and it seemed as if the island was going right along with it. First there was the ice storm, then there was this. This being an arena in which people traditionally fought each other to the death. But not only that, it seemed that the arena played as well. Birds that mimicked the voices of people's loved ones, attack monkeys and who knew what else. And people were fighting each other. He almost didn't care any more. Whilst Stefan's loss of control in the blood rain, murdering of innocents and subsequent murder at the hands of one of the island's Dean Winchester's served to strengthen Cutler's point on the issue of remaining on blood, it had brought up an unprecedented series of other reflections. Namely the fact that they really didn't get to go home from here. It wasn't like Thomas in that respect. His plans really would never come to a head, meaning that it really was all for nothing. And this, this was it. This was eternity if he allowed it to be. He'd always looked ahead, even on Thomas he'd assumed it was simply a matter of time until he was returned home. And here he'd started off assuming the same thing, and while that hadn't really been the case, it took the death of another vampire for that to sink in. The project he'd given himself to keep busy and hopefully aid in working out what exactly the deal was with Neverland had almost reached its conclusion, although new objects had a habit of turning up just as he'd finished an area, but it really wouldn't hold him for much longer. Then what? He supposed it didn't matter as long as things stayed like this though, and who knew how long that would last. It hadn't been a bad idea of Maryanne's to keep him busy though. And he had been busy. Sorting through supplies, organising people to take and make use of the weapons for good - meaning hunting and protecting one another rather than killing each another. Rationing what they had in the way of packs, bottles, matches and, well, rations. Keeping other people busy and organising whatever it was they were organising. But with everything that had been going on, the volume of people he had been dealing with and the fact that he hadn't really slept, he'd found that he'd needed some space. So now he was taking it. Cutler had headed north-ish, or that's what the compass on his phone had shown when he'd started out. He hadn't actually checked it since, but he was confident he could find his way back. Mostly. There were plenty of people in the one area, he'd be able to sense them when he got close. But as he walked he entertained significantly darker thoughts about what might happen if he met one other person out here. There were dangers enough. It was an Arena, after all. And what was he trying to be here anyway? How long would that last? How long did he want that to last? Forever? He walked along looking significantly sorry for himself for simply being here when he noticed a change in the air around him. Cutler looked up just in time to see a burst of lightning strike a large tree ahead of him. He just stood there, a little like he'd been shocked himself. Was it his time to control the weather now? It was more likely the Arena, of course, and he wondered if he should brace for more weather. Perhaps that was his cue to head back and stop tempting fate though. Something he probably shouldn't be quite so disappointed about. |