Ryan Armsford (blindsides) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-02-22 13:05:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | olivia, ryan, z - 1st tribe - day 08 |
stormy weather
Who: Ryan and Olivia
Where: the climber tree
When: arse o'clock, when the storm blows in!
Rating: PG
Ryan had slept better than he had since he'd gotten here, probably because for some reason the laughers had not shown up to make those hideous noises they made and slink around the base of the tree all night. He was snug and secure in his sleeping bag hammock, pillow beneath his head, in such a deep sleep that it took him longer than it probably should have to awaken when the wind started blowing. He was dreaming that he was trapped on an ice floe somewhere in Antarctica, shivering and naked, and then something hit him and knocked him flying.
His eyes flew open as a mighty gust rocked his hammock; from overhead came the almost plastic-like rustling of the leaves being tossed and torn off in the wind. The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically since they'd all gone to bed, and Ryan spared a thought for those who didn't have actual bedding. How horrible would that be? He clung to his hammock while still wrapped inside it, hoping desperately that the wind wouldn't blow him right out of the damned tree. His heart thudded in his chest and he gasped for breath, wondering if it would ever end.
It did, but not in any desirable way. There was another sound of something hitting the leaves, first softly and then harder, and then a roar filled the entire world as it began to pour down rain. Ryan pushed back the sleeping bag from his face a little, hating the feeling of being entirely isolated. Even if he had been able to see much, he couldn't have in the downpour that was quickly soaking everything and everyone. He wasn't sure who was nearest to him, because once night fell and he climbed up into the tree, it was all he could do to figure out how to find his hammock.
"Hey," he called out. "Can anyone hear me?"