Rook James Hendrie (rookhendrie) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-04-01 04:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | rook, sophie, z - 1st tribe - day 13 |
At Equilibrium
Who: Rook and Sophie
Where: Camp
What: Having some bonding time.
When: Late afternoon, Day13
Rating: G
The sun was warm on his skin, and Rook breathed out a long sigh. He had survived another day.
Sitting down on a log, he spread out the bark he had collected earlier on the ground. The inside of the bark was strangely smooth, and he slid his foot experimentally against it. It might work as a makeshift pair of shoes if he had some cloth or vine to wrap it around the bottom of his feet like sandals. Something right out of those bible stories he used to love reading as a kid. Picking up the long pieces of bark, he tried bending them, finding them somewhat flexible. It would protect his feet against any nasty sharp objects on the ground, which was the real purpose of it. Comfort could come later. Rook felt slightly overwhelmed by his entire day, confused about who he was, and what he was doing here. Back home, there were so many things to do that he never really stopped. Now, with nothing to distract him, he wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to feel, and it scared him.
Sophie had stayed at camp. The furthest she'd wandered was to get water. She hadn't even done that all that much so far to be honest. She didn't want to wander too far from camp on her own and she didn't want to walk around barefooted. Sophie wished that she had her shoes. She'd be able to get around so much easier, but her bare feet were a bit sensitive, so she wasn't going to wander around. She didn't want to go anywhere alone, so staying at camp was her only option. Sophie had been around the fire pit when she saw Rook, the other person that had arrived when she had. It had struck her kind of hard whn she found out people had died before being round that morning. It could have been her and Rook.
Sophie found herself wandering over to him and sitting down next to him quietly, not saying anything so as not to disturb him, it wasn't uncomfortable for her at all.
Rook hadn't seen much of Sophie other than the few minutes last night when he had helped her into her tree and bid her a good night. He glanced out the corner of his eye when she sat down next to him, but didn't say anything for a while. The silence was comfortable, and he didn't want to distrupt it. Rook considered the tree bark, wondering if there was any way he could turn them into temporary shoes for people till they could get some form of leather or animal hide. Someone had mentioned some sort of resin, and if he could smoothen a bit of that over the bottom, it would make the bark stronger and erase the splinter problem. He hummed a bit in thought, turning the piece of wood in his hands. Wondering if Sophie had any ideas, he turned to her, "Think these might work as shoe soles?"
Sophie was shocked out of the comfortable silence and blinked, looking at what he held out. "Um....I honestly don't know much about shoes. Looks a little thin to me?" She offered quietly, giving a sheepish look. She felt bad for not being able to help. "If it had been a question about clothes or sewing, even cooking I could have answered, but I don't know a lot about shoes." She admitted with a small shrug.
He felt a little bad for surprising her, and smiled at her, "Well, its all right. I was just wondering, really." Sophie seemed a little shy, and Rook was determined to make friends with her. After all, he had tumbled out of dream land with her, and he felt slightly responsible for her, like an older brother might. He put the bits of bark aside, deciding to work on them later. "Are you good at sewing and cooking?" It felt like a normal conversation, a nice conversation to have. How fast his life had turned around that he was beginning to enjoy something normal for once.
Sophie wasn't shy, necessarily, she just didn't know what she was doing. She was out of her usual scope of comfort. She liked friends and hoped she'd make friend with everyone while here, but she still wanted to go home. She wasn't comfortable here. Sophie smiled at his question. "I do all of the cooking at home. My dad doesn't complain and my boyfriend says I'm magic." She said smiling at the memory of the last time that he'd told her that her cooking was magical. Sophie sucked in a breath and picked back up," And I stage manage theatre at home, so I can sew really well. Dad's socks or Matt's pants....Matt is my boyfriend." Sophie filled Rook in with a smile.
Rook listened, nodding every once in a while. When she spoke of her family, she brightened up, and he thought she looked so much more beautiful when she was talking about them. It was painfully obvious that she missed them a lot. "That's amazing. Seems like you're really good at it." Fleetingly, he wondered what did an afluff taste like. He smiled and nodded, "Matt is one lucky guy, I reckon." It was a friendly statement, with no underlying meanings or hints. Rook was glad that Sophie had a great family back home, he really did. "Do you write plays and scripts for your theatre?"
"I've been doing them long enough that I've gotten pretty good at it." Sophie agreed. She then frowned a bit and looked down. She wanted to see Matt. Automatically her hands settled in her lap and sh could feel her ring from Matt on her hand, both of their birthstones. They weren't going to get married for quite a while, but it had been such a nice gesture and she loved the feeling of it on her finger and that he'd gotten it to make her feel special. Sophie shook her head at his last question, though. "No, generally I just handle organizing everything, writing down the cues and everything." She said looking at him friendly.
The was she paused, her expression changing, made Rook feel guilty. He hadn't meant to bring up unwanted feelings in Sophie. He hadn't realised that some people had momentos of their home, of their loved ones who were waiting for them. In a way, it was harder to have a physical object to remind you of them. Not that Rook had anyone waiting for him, not particularly. As a comforting gesture, he put an arm around her and rubbed at her back briefly. "Really? I don't think I'd be able to deal with so many people relying on me to arrange things," he grinned sheepishly, "I'd probably screw up the entire play, and have the actors tripping all over each other."
Sophie didn't want to think about home. The arm around her was comforting, though. She forced a smile and tilted her head, watching Rook. "It's not as hard as it seems." She told him, looking in another direction for a moment. "Contrary to popular belief actors have brains, I couldn't make them all trip over one another even if I wanted to try." She shared with a small grin, slightly amused, honestly.
"Oh, I'm not saying that they're brainless, just that I... uh... I'm really messy?" he stumbled over his words, laughing a little self-consciously to cover up his embarrassment. He was glad that she didn't seem sad anymore though, and relaxed a little more. Leaning back on his arms, Rook looked up at the sky for a moment. Fleetingly, he wondered if they had fallen from the sky when they had come, and if he stayed awake long enough, whether he'd see the culprits who had undoubtedly broken families because of this. A cold breeze drifted through the camp, and Rook shifted a little uncomfortably due to the sudden drop of temperature.
"I'm sure you're not that bad, you'd be surprised what you can do when you try." Sophie said looking over at Rook. She was glad that he'd gotten away from the topic of family. She didn't want to think about her dad and Matt. She already missed them quite a bit. She didn't like being here, but she'd survive. Sophie wasn't going to give up. She'd figure out a way to deal with this, it might take time, but it'd happen. Shivering at the breeze, Sophie tilted her head and grinned. "So, what do you do back where you're from?" She was curious.
Rook hadn't wanted to tell anyone of his past, wanting to step afresh into this world without having it hanging over him like a flashing neon sign. But Sophie had shared her life with her, and so, he couldn't not oblige her. "Hmmm... I'm a part-time kendo instructor. You know, martial arts? I teach it and learn it at the same time... its a little odd, I know." He smiled sheepishly, "Also just got back into Uni, so things were a little hectic for a while." Rook was pretty sure he didn't have anyone 'waiting' for him back home. He rarely contacted his parents, and his friends would be worried but not surprised. They were used to his up-and-leave routine.
"Wow! That's cool." Sophie grinned and then shook her head. "It's not weird, most teachers have to go back to get more classes on teaching and everything, it makes sense that you would teach and learn at the same time." Sophie stated. She wasn't going to teach anything herself, but she figured she was right in that sort of case. "Oh, so what are you in school for? What were you planning on doing?" She asked curiously, it was easier to focus on someone else.
Though not very talkative, Rook had always been a friendly sort of guy. The fact that Sophie seemed so attentive and willing to listen to him gave him a warm, happy feeling in his chest. It was strangely sentimental of him. Scratching the back of his head shyly, Rook couldn't help a small tinge of pink on his cheeks at her compliment. "Maybe... its kind of like a lifestyle, so I've never really thought to stop learning it." Which reminded him... he hadn't done his exercises yet. Perhaps Helena knew of a spot he could practice at, without distractions. "I imagine its the same for you? Can't not cook, or not sew for long periods of time?" It was an innocent statement, though Rook was hurting for something good to eat. Chewing on that weird citrus thing earlier by the river wasn't considered a meal in his opinion. "Well... studying psychology, mostly to..." please my family "... improve myself, I suppose? Don't plan on doing much with it though." He gave a small shrug. "Study has never really been my forte."
Sophie didn't see the reason or rhyme in not paying attention to someone that was speaking with you, it just didn't make any sense, honestly. Sophie liked to listen in general if she were honest with herself. She enjoyed talking to other people. That was one of the reasons she made a really good hostess. She was good at keeping people busy while they waited on tables and she was nice so she could handle disgruntled customers. "That's generally what happens. IT's hard to change what you're used to. And most people don't think to either." Sophie stated with a smile. Sophie nodded. "It's strange. I'm used to a routine with cooking and having what I need. Sewing isn't as regular, though. And I'm used to classes and organizing things." She admitted with a shrug. "Psychology could be interesting, but if you don't like studying, not so much." Sophie shrugged, fidgetting slightly.
It was hard... but they were coping weren't they? Suddenly thrust into a situation, a world that no one had any clue existed. Rook nodded, listening and carefully considering Sophie. She was young, well younger than him at least, but already she seemed to have wisdom beyond what he expected. It was only because he was watching her so intently that he noticed her fidget. His immediate reaction was to worry, "Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm fine, just a little chilly, but I can't really find a happy medium in jammies." She shared with Rook. Sophie didn't think she was all that wise, but she knew what she knew and she trusted what she knew. She didn't doubt that aspect of herself ever. There was that and the fact that she wasn't going to be studying all that in depth for anything. She was getting an associates degree and that was all. She was going to manage a restaurant and probably split chef duties, if she ever got home. "Do you think we'll ever get back to our homes?" She asked, looking Rook dead in the eyes.
Shifting a little closer, Rook put an arm around her back, hoping that she might feel a little warmer. Hopefully she didn't take it that he was trying to make a move on her, because he wasn't. Not at all... The intensity of her gaze did make him feel slightly uncomfortable though. There was the right thing to say, and then there was the truth of what he felt. "I hope we do, but... I don't see how we will be able to in the near future." Rook sighed, "Unless you know... the people who took us from our beds will take us back to our beds when we sleep, or something." Though, even that chance was extremely slim.
Sophie watched him only while he answered, and actually the arm around her shoulders was a little warmer than she was. Sophie was the kind that always wore a sweater. She always had something extra to layer. It didn't make her feel better that he didn't see that they would be getting home. Sophie was pretty sure that she wasn't going to get to go home either. They were all stuck here, and though Sophie didn't want to make the best of it, that would probably be the only option. "We're stuck here. I just wonder why us? Is there a reason?" Sophie was more talking to herself now, and she'd turned to face forward, leaning slightly into rook. He reminded her of some of her friends at home. And he was like Matt. He was taller than her. There was just something comforting about him. Sophie looked around and then pulled away from Rook. "I think I'm going to go try to start getting some food for a little later. Good luck with the shoes." She smiled and stood, wondering exactly what she was going to do here...