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Helena Chu (lostchu) wrote in thefield,
@ 2009-05-29 00:09:00

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helena, milo, z - 1st tribe - day 21

Getting Aquainted
Who: Helena and Milo
Where: At The Island Camp
What: Helena tries to get Milo to help out a little.
When: Early Evening
Rating: TBD

Helena sighed as she tossed another bundle of sticks into the firepit and brushed the debrise from her hands. The wind was picking up and the fire was burning hot in it's wide stone-line hole. They were chewing through all of the deadfall on their half of the island and she thought to herself - not for the first time - that they would have to forge out from their little water circled refuge to find harder woods to burn and build with.

Despite the high fire, the temperature was dipping once more. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but Helena thought it was a couple of degrees cooler here on the island than it was in the forest. She supposed the insulating trees had kept the worst of the wind off of them. Here, though, it could howl at night and it wasn't rare to find that some of the thatching bundles had been torn off of the roof of her lean-to in the mornings. It was another project on her very, very long list. To find a way to secure the thatching better. She ducked her head inside the small shelter and retrieved Annie's orange fleece hoodie, tugging it on. One of these days she would have to admit that Annie was never coming back for the garment and that it was hers now. One of these days.

Movement in the shadows at the far corner of the lean-to caught her eye. At first the thought it was from the shifting flames in the wind but then the image resolved into the pointed chin and wide eyes of the boy who'd arrived with Payne. She froze for a moment and then continued zipping up her hoodie. "Hello there, we haven't met you," she called to him over the crackle of the fire. She was more than a little bit curious about the young man.

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mi1o
2009-05-29 12:36 am UTC (link)

Before Milo had made his way to where Helena was, he was busy running, and running fast, through the wooded area. He was certain something or someone was chasing him, however he couldn't see if it was really that or just his imagination. The cold air whipped his face, and he tripped, tumbling to the ground only to leave a deep gash just above his right brow. Milo ignored the pain that thankfully had turned numb, the trickle of blood falling just at the middle of his cheek before drying. The continuous running did splatter it a bit, but still, no care was needed. He was too concentrated on... What was that? He stopped, turning. There was nothing.

He could have sworn there was something. There just had to have been. There was no way that he and the rest of the people here were the only lifeforms. No, he knew that, so then where... Where the hell did the thing run off to? And why did it lose interest? Maybe Milo was lucky enough to lose it, or outrun it, which wasn't highly possible give-in his short stature and legs. He shuffled around now, furthering himself through brush until he heard the faint crackle of flame. 'Fire,' he though to himself, the smell of burning circling around him, causing him to smile. He always loved that smell.

Inching nearer, nearer, and at last reaching the edge of the wood, he saw the fire and a figure wearing some bright colored piece of clothing. He made a face of disgust; oh how he hated the color orange. But, when the words were spoken by the other, he wasn't going to hold it against her. Milo was a bit cautious, the gash above his brow now throbbing. The woman seemed harmless enough. "H--hello..." He breathed, taking a few steps forward before looking around, "Who... are you, then?"

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lostchu
2009-05-29 12:42 am UTC (link)

As he crept into the circle of firelight, Helena sunk her teeth into her lower lip. He was a pitiable sight, the little thing. He was filthy, his knees were grass stained and his face was bleeding. Secretly, quietly, she felt a twinge of disapproval. Who was looking after this young fellow? Clearly, no one was. "I'm Helena. What's your name?" she asked, staying where she was. The kid looked more than half feral and she had a sneaking suspicion, after seeing Payne and her rag tag bunch arrive at the spindle trees two days ago, that it was sort of catching. She thought she was beyond howling at the moon but if she'd been a few years younger? Maybe....

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mi1o
2009-05-29 01:44 am UTC (link)

His body was a bit stiff after stopping a few yards from the woman. He was on alert, that was obvious. He wasn't one hundred percent sure why he was this tense, but he knew that there were legit reasons for it. One being that she might be luring him in to a trap! Or, maybe... Well, who knows.

Milo squeezed at his pants, wiping his hands. He was far from out of breath, so running again would be no problem if he really had to do it. Then again, if she were planning on doing something awkward or terrible to him, she wouldn't have spoken her name. Or was it even her real name? God, why did Milo analyze things more than what was necessary? His muscles loosened at the thought, but his alertness was still sharp.

"Helena," he repeated the name quietly, taking a step backwards this time, "Milo." The fire crackled after he spoke, and it was far more pleasing than silence by far. In fact, it was a bit soothing. He eyed the fire, then shot his gaze back up to her.

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lostchu
2009-05-29 09:34 am UTC (link)

Helena was keeping the fire stoked high. She had every suspicion that the rest of the tribe would arrive tonight and she wanted them to see the flames from a ways off. "Milo," she too repeated his name. Her smile was still kind and warm. "It's very nice to meet you. Where are you from, Milo?" she asked, her curiosity evident in her face. "I'm from New York, myself." She could see his tension and even when it relaxed a touch, he seemed ready to bolt at a moment's notice. She didn't entirely understand that, but she was willing to work with it.

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mi1o
2009-06-08 10:27 pm UTC (link)

His eyes wandered to the flames. Milo was always amused by the way fire licked the air, whipping and cracking in the dark. If he had stared long enough, he'd find that time would go by so quickly that he'd not have the chance to even think about it. When she repeated his name, that was when he looked back up at her, swallowing. "I--" he started, crouching to the floor, picking at a twig, "--Bremen... Germany." Milo's accent wasn't as thick as one might think. There were English speaking persons in Germany. Hell, there were English speaking people around the world, weren't there? Besides, being here and listening to all those that crossed his path speak, it almost gave him a different type of accent than before. A mixture of... Everything. However, there were still some things he didn't understand. Certain words or phrases.

"What is.. New York? America?" Geography wasn't his strongest subject. It was math that had him labeled as a wiz'. He certainly didn't miss school. Not one.. little.. bit. Okay, maybe he missed bullying the idiots at school, beating them up, drawing blood, breaking noses. Yes, he missed fighting, of all things.

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lostchu
2009-06-08 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Helena nodded. "That's right. One of America's biggest cities. I've heard of Bremen but I've never been to Germany. Did you like it there?" She brushed her hands off on her thighs and sat down near the fire. She was trying to get him to talk to her a bit, maybe open up to the possibility of being a child more so than an animal. She thought he needed some guidance and wasn't so sure if he was getting any, as it was.

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