Helena Chu (lostchu) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-01-27 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex, angelica, clay, group, helena, payne, ryan, thorne, z - 1st tribe - day 05 |
Another Day, Another Batch Of Fears And Friends
Who: Helena and OPEN
When: Dawn on Day 5.
Where: The Field
What: Working on a hunch and looking for arrivals.
Rating:
Day Five, Helena thought as her eyes opened on the gray tendrils of mist curling between the branches of their tree arie. Bleakness crept in along with her acknowledgement of wakefulness. The night had been trying. With Bazzer's near miss with the Laughers, terror had gripped her as they had watched the monsters circle the tree and attack the firepit with rocks and powerful kicks of the hard packed dirt. How did they know that dirt and sand would smother a fire? She and her fellow maroons didn't ask it out loud but she could clearly see that these creatures were more intelligent than they had given them credit for. She remembered Bazzer's voiced hope that they would walk into the fire, unknowingly barbequing themselves. Helena, who'd spent more than half a week listening to them going to and fro hadn't really been that hopeful.
Still, they had managed to hoist Bazzer up into the branches just shy of snapping jaws and that cruel, sadistic hilarity. The Laughers hadn't followed them up the tree, for whatever reason. She was still of the opinion that their back heavy, triped design didn't make it easy for them to climb vertically. She hoped that was the case, anyways.
Slowly, she roused herself out of her hammock which was beginning to harden like wicker. The properties of these trees were just amazing. She intended to point out the hardening to Rowan but a glance at the mommy-to-be showed the stillness of sleep and the slow and quite heavy breathing of sleep. Helena gave her hammock a fine smile. As she stepped onto the branch she thougth she saw Cross's blue eyes slit open but he didn't say anything in greeting or move in the least. She decided that she would leave him alone as well. A glance at Bazzer's hammock showed it...empty? Her heart pounded with worry as she peered down at the ground. There was no sign of him.
Quick and quiet like one of the black squirrels that were all over the place back home, Helena scooted down the tree. The first stop was the fire pit. It was still issuing thin whisps of white smoke and so Helena quickly went to snag some of the tinder they had stuffed into a crevice of the tree where the vines had woven themselves against the trunk. With a handful of the dry and curly grass they had found in the feild, she used a stick to carefully push some of the bigger stones out of the way where the Laughers had tossed them in. She laid the tinder against a couple of glowing embers and then blew on them gently. Firebuilding was a test of patience, she had decided. It was full of frustration and disppointment sometimes but nothing beat the feeling of a roaring fire, even if the afternoons here were hot and muggy. Once the flames were big enough that she could stack thicker wood into the pit, she stood again and wiped her sooty hands on the rump of her stripped pj shorts.
She peered out at the field, it's purple grass almost entirely obscurred by the heavy mist. There could be people out there sleeping right now. Bazzer might be lost. Picking up a lost firewood stick that would make a passable walking stick, she struck out from the tree, turning north along one of it's long parallel edges. Once she was far enough away from the tree she cut out into the field properly, intending to zig zag into the far northwestern corner. "Hello?" she called out, thinking her voice might echo in the stillness of early morning but instead the fog seemed to insulate her. She had to fight the flutter of butterflies that rioted in protest of the claustophobic feeling out here where the fog was thickest.